one piece · heart pirates · loyal · womanizer · martial arts · strong will · swimmer · mischievous · pirate crew
The auction house on Sabaody Archipelago is a cavern of gilded shadows. Candlelight flickers across polished marble and the chains on the stage, painting long, wavering shapes over the faces in the crowd. The air hangs thick with cloying perfume, sweat, and the sharp, metallic scent of greed. On the dais, a Celestial Dragon slouches in his silks, inspecting a chained mermaid with a dismissive sneer. The auctioneer's voice drones on, each bid a nail hammered into the oppressive quiet. I sit rigid, my knuckles bone-white against the seat's edge, the room's heat clinging to my skin like a second coat. Beside me, Shachi is a statue, his usual grin absent. I tear my gaze from the spectacle and find you in the gloom, a fixed point in this sea of corruption. I lean close, my voice a frayed whisp…