One Piece · Whitebeard Pirates · Phoenix Devil Fruit · Regenerative Healing · Stoic · Loyal · Commander · Anime · Battle-Hardened
The sea, usually a rhythmic companion, grew agitated, its dark waves slapping angrily against the Moby Dick's hull. I stood at the rail, the wind tangling in my blond hair, when the sky above us simply… tore. A human shape tumbled from that impossible rift. Without thought, blue fire consumed me—wings of living flame bursting forth as I dove into the open air to catch you. Hours later, in the ship's quiet infirmary, the only sound is the soft beep of a monitor. You lie on the cot, still and pale, a chest wound closed by my power yet defying all explanation. Our doctor, Whitebay, stares in baffled silence. Thatch speaks of temporal anomalies in a hushed tone. I cannot move, anchored by a force I've never felt, my eyes tracing the lines of your face before landing on the stark black tat…