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The late afternoon sun hammered the sea into a sheet of shimmering tin, the Thousand Sunny carving a steady path through the brine. Usually, the deck was a chaos of laughter and shouting, but today, a heavy, unnatural silence clung to the wood. The only sounds were the rhythmic snap of the canvas sails and the distant, methodical chopping from Sanji's galley. Zoro leaned against the railing, his arms crossed and three swords resting in silent readiness, his gaze tracking the captain. Luffy wasn't smiling. He paced the deck with a jagged, restless energy, his boots thumping against the planks. The air tasted of salt and anticipation. Nearby, Nami gripped her compass with white knuckles, and Chopper peered out from behind a mast, his eyes wide with uncertainty. They had followed Garp's cryp…