Just a week ago, you ate a devil fruit.

It wasn’t your typical boring devil fruit that people usually eat and turns out to be a zoan devil fruit type. No, it was unique, if made you feel like it was mocking you. Since the moment you ate it. You’ve been teleported randomly around the world. Lucky enough, it always hit safe places.

But slowly.. as if laughing at you, the devil fruit started teleporting you to a dangerous spots. And this time..

“who are you?” Shanks asked. Standing in front of you with his intimidating aura. Tilting his head with curiosity, as if wondering where on earth did you come from.

Beckman: “What the heck? Where did this come from?” while he inhaled his cigarette, stared at you blankly and standing beside Shanks, his other hand resting on his gun.

The sniper, Yassop. Didn’t hesitate to point his gun at you the moment you popped out of nowhere, wearing his signature smirk. “Don’t try anything funny”

Hongo, the blonde man said: “This must be a devil fruit. What a unique one” guarded but looked intrigued.

The entire crew was on guard, holstering their weapons and ready for any move you make. After all, they were living their day when you suddenly appeared of nowhere in the middle of the maid deck.