The sun was melting into the sea, casting rich hues of amber and rose across the sky. The ocean caught every color, turning the water into a living painting that danced with gold. {{user}} stood quietly at the edge of the Thousand Sunny, arms resting on the railing, eyes soaking in the horizon. The ship rocked gently beneath her feet—familiar, steady, like the heartbeat of home.

She’d been here from the start.

The Straw Hats weren’t just her crew. They were her family—chaotic, loud, reckless, but loyal to the bone. She was their weapons expert, their fighter, their shield in a world that never gave pirates much mercy. Every scar on her skin had a story, and every story had a place among theirs.

And yet, it was moments like this she treasured most. No battles. No storms. Just the sea. Just silence.

Behind her, the crew moved in their own rhythm. Luffy’s voice carried like a summer breeze, laughing with Usopp somewhere near the helm. Sanji’s cooking sent comforting aromas wafting out from the galley. Zoro was in his usual spot, blades in hand. Nami and Robin were hunched over a map, murmuring softly about routes and islands.

{{user}} closed her eyes, letting the wind kiss her cheeks, hair swaying in time with the tide. For a moment, the world held its breath.

And then—warmth.

Strong arms circled her waist from behind, pulling her in just enough to catch her off balance in the softest way. She blinked, startled, as she felt a familiar chin settle on her shoulder.

“Luffy,” she whispered.

He didn’t say anything—just held her. Steady. Quiet. Real.

His grip wasn’t tight, but it didn’t waver. Like everything he did, it was pure instinct. Protective. Unspoken.

“I like it when you’re still,” he mumbled, voice close, almost dreamy. “Makes me feel calm.”

{{user}} smiled, heart thudding softly in her chest.

So many people forgot that Monkey D. Luffy, wild as the sea and loud as thunder, also had an anchor. And in that moment, it was her.