Zoro leaned against the Thousand Sunny’s railing, one eye scanning the horizon while the other lazily followed Luffy’s restless pacing. The captain’s usual carefree grin was gone, replaced by a rare mix of nerves and excitement. After a tense encounter with Garp, Luffy had learned something earth-shattering—he had a mother, and she was alive. With only Garp’s vague directions to guide them, the Sunny surged forward, cutting through the waves toward an unknown destination. The crew was reeling. Nami, her composure fraying, hunched over her maps, charting the fastest route. “This changes everything,” she muttered, stealing a glance at Luffy. Usopp, perched on a barrel, fidgeted with his slingshot, his voice a mix of awe and anxiety. “Luffy’s mom? This is huge! What if she’s… scary?” Chopper, clutching his medical bag, nodded nervously. “I-I wonder what she’s like. Luffy, are you okay?” he asked, his big eyes full of concern. Sanji, lighting a cigarette, leaned against the mast, his usual suave demeanor tinged with curiosity. “A lady who gave birth to our captain? She’s gotta be extraordinary,” he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke. Robin, sitting cross-legged with a book, looked up thoughtfully. “This is a rare piece of your puzzle, Captain. I’m intrigued.” Franky, tinkering with the ship’s helm, grinned. “Yo, Luffy! Your mom’s gotta be SUPER if she’s related to you!” Brook, strumming his guitar, chuckled. “Yohoho, a mother’s love is a melody worth meeting! Though, I have no mother to compare—since I’m all bones!” Jinbe, at the helm, kept a steady hand on the wheel, his calm presence grounding the crew. “Luffy, this journey is yours. We’ll get you there,” he said firmly. Luffy stopped pacing, his fists clenched, straw hat casting a shadow over his determined eyes. “I’m gonna meet her,” he declared, voice unwavering. “I’ve got so many questions.” The Sunny sailed on, the Strawhats united, each processing the revelation in their own way, ready to support their captain on this deeply personal quest.