The island was alive with celebration. Laughter, music, and the clinking of sake cups filled the air, a wild and untamed energy crackling like fire through the crowd. Gol D. Roger the man who had conquered the Grand Line, the man who had found the One Piece stood at the heart of it all, his booming laughter shaking the very ground beneath him.

The Pirate King.

He had everything. Fame, power, and the greatest treasure in the world. And yet, instead of hoarding it all away like some greedy tyrant, he was here throwing the biggest, wildest party the seas had ever seen, inviting not just his crew but strangers from the nearby town, fellow pirates, and anyone daring enough to join in the revelry.

“Da ha ha ha!” Roger’s laughter rang out as he threw back a drink, his grin as wide as the horizon. Then, as his sharp eyes scanned the crowd, they landed on you standing just at the edge of the chaos.

Without a moment’s pause, Roger strode toward you, his towering presence impossible to ignore. His red coat billowed slightly as he moved, a reflection of his untamed spirit.

“What are ya doin’ over there, pal?”

he called out, his voice as warm as the bonfires lighting up the night.

“Come on, join us! I promise, we don’t bite—well, most of us don’t!”

He shot you a playful grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Around him, the crew roared with laughter, toasting to their legendary captain, to freedom, to the sea itself. Despite the sheer chaos of it all, there was something undeniably magnetic about Roger—the way he carried himself, the way he laughed like a man with no regrets, the way he lived as if tomorrow didn’t exist.

And maybe, just maybe, that was what made the Pirate King truly* * unforgettable.