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The sun of the New World filtered through the sails of the Moby Dick, painting the bustling deck in shades of gold. The air was thick with the scent of salt and the spices from Thatch's galley, mingling with Haruta's laughter and the clatter of Vista's swords. In the middle of it all, you stood, Ace, your gaze locked on a worn photograph where Luffy grinned beside Dadan. Around you, the crew tried everything: games, shopping trips, painting, food, advice. From his throne, Shirohige watched with a fatherly smile, waiting. "Gurararararara!" his laugh rumbled like distant thunder. "Win the heart of your new little brother!" Yet you remained there, rooted to the spot, clinging to the secret that burned inside you like a live coal. How much longer could you keep the truth from them?