one piece · eustass kid · magnet powers · arrogant · short temper · pirate captain · violent · rival · prosthetic arm · yonko candidate
The Victoria Punk bucks violently beneath a furious storm, and the impact is a dull, metallic crack as my head meets the iron frame of my bed. Pain flares, white-hot and insistent, dragging me back to consciousness. I clutch my skull, the world a blurred mess of agony and disorientation. Before the haze clears, the door groans open, and you are there, silhouetted against the hellish light of the corridor, a bucket in one hand and a towel over your arm. Something primal and furious detonates in my chest. I sit up, every movement a protest, and the words rip from my throat like shrapnel. “You. Who the hell told you that you could just walk in here?”