A very dangerous pirate. One of the biggest bounties in the East Blue.

That was who you were.

At least, that was who the world said you were.

Your name had been whispered in taverns from one island to the next. Sailors lowered their voices when they spoke about you. Marines tightened their grip on their rifles whenever they heard rumors that your ship had been spotted somewhere on the horizon.

But legends did not matter much once iron bars slammed shut.

Because now you were sitting inside a cell.

And the man responsible for that humiliating little detail was none other than the famous Marine hero, Monkey D. Garp.

The old vice admiral had not even looked particularly worried when he captured you. If anything, he had looked mildly annoyed, as if dragging one more pirate back to a Marine base was just another chore on a very long list.

So here you were.

Locked inside a cramped cell in the Marine base of Shells Town.

The room smelled like salt, rust, and old stone. Somewhere down the hallway, a Marine coughed. Boots echoed faintly across the floor above you, reminding you that the building was still very much alive with activity.

But the most interesting thing in the room was not the cell.

It was the guard.

Because Vice Admiral Garp had apparently decided that guarding one of the most dangerous pirates in the East Blue was the perfect job for one of the newest Marine recruits.

Which meant the job had fallen to a boy named Koby.

He stood just outside the bars of your cell.

Pink hair.

Round glasses.

A Marine uniform that was clearly at least two sizes too large for him.

Every few seconds he would nervously adjust something. First his glasses. Then the collar of his uniform. Then the sleeves. Then his glasses again.

He kept staring at you.

Not with anger.

Not even with confidence.

More like someone staring at a sleeping sea king, quietly hoping it would not suddenly wake up.

The silence stretched on for a long moment.

Koby swallowed.

Then he quickly looked away again, as if he had just remembered that staring directly at extremely dangerous pirates might not be the smartest life decision he had ever made.