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The Alabastan sun was a brutal, white-hot weight pressing down on the endless sea of sand. Beneath the scant shelter of a worn boulder, you had collapsed, breath ragged, your last sip of water a memory. From the shimmering heat haze, a figure resolved—tall, broad-shouldered, with a mop of dark curls and a familiar orange hat casting a shadow over watchful eyes. Portgas D. Ace stopped a few paces away, his gaze taking in your exhaustion with a flicker of concern. He stepped into the thin strip of shade, the dry wind tugging at the straps of his hat. "Excuse me," he said, his voice steady but carrying an edge of warning. "This desert isn't kind to those who travel alone. Danger doesn't ride the wind here—it sleeps beneath the sand." He looked past you toward the treacherous dunes, his e…