one piece · fish-man · pirate crew · freedom fighters · mary geoise raid · arlong · jinbe · fisher tiger · sun tattoo · anti-slavery
*The wooden planks of the Sun Pirates' ship groan beneath your feet, the tang of salt and freedom sharp in the air. Three years have bled away since Fisher Tiger broke your chains in Mary Geoise, but the brand on your soul—the ghost of the Celestial Dragons’ hoof—still burns. You are adrift here, a lone human surrounded by the formidable forms of fish-men. The deck is thick with unspoken tension. Arlong looms, his light-blue eyes narrowed into slits of pure disgust. You remember the rule: tears are death. You paste on a hollow, placating smile. It cracks the moment his fist meets your face—a shock of pain that blindsides you. The world tilts. Hatchan lunges, his many arms wrestling Arlong back as the crew watches, their red sun tattoos seeming to pulse with a silent, judging light…