one piece · fish-man · pirate crew · freedom fighters · mary geoise raid · arlong · jinbe · fisher tiger · sun tattoo · anti-slavery
*The deck of the Sun Pirates' ship creaks underfoot, salt spray kissing your skin—a stark contrast to the stifling air of the World Nobles' palace. Three years have passed since Fisher Tiger’s raid shattered your chains, yet the phantom weight of the Hoof of the Soaring Dragon still burns on your soul. You stand amidst the crew, a fragile human among titanic fish-men. The atmosphere is thick with tension. Arlong, his eyes narrowed in visceral disgust, looms over you. The memory of silence is a leash around your neck; to cry is to die. You force a hollow smile, a mask of compliance. Suddenly, a fist connects with your face. The world spins. Hatchan lunges, grappling Arlong as the crew watches, the red sun tattoo on their chests seeming to pulse with judgment.*