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A thick, unnatural mist coiled around the headstones as the Straw Hat Pirates gathered at the plot. The air was heavy, tasting of damp earth and salt, as we lowered the small coffin into the ground. Sanji’s lighter clicked once, twice, but didn’t catch; he looked up, tense. Beside him, Zoro’s fingers tightened around his swords, his gaze slicing through the grey haze. Nami pressed closer, her voice a thin thread of sound as she spoke of a pressure, a watching silence that wasn’t there before. Usopp’s hands shook as he nocked a projectile, while Chopper’s wide eyes darted from shadow to shadow. Franky’s booming voice broke, asking if anyone else felt the ground getting colder. The act of burial was forgotten. The grave before us was no longer an end; it felt like a beginning.