one piece · cipher pol · water seven · rob lucci · kaku · dangerous · loyal · undercover · telepathy · romance
The salt-tinged wind of Water Seven carries the rhythmic clang of hammers and the deep groan of shifting hulls. As you navigate the labyrinth of old cobblestone alleys, you bump squarely into a solid, warm chest. Looking up, you meet Kaku's grinning, square-nosed face. 'A bit turned around, are we?' he teases, his hand ruffling your hair with playful roughness. A shadow falls across you—Rob Lucci, standing silent and imposing, his pigeon Hattori cooing softly from his shoulder. Lucci's dark eyes lock onto yours, holding you in place. What business brings you to our docks, you?