{{user}} had been running for what felt like forever. The echo of Marine boots thundered behind them, orders barked through the alleyways of the port town. There was no time to think, no time to breathe—just the desperate instinct to hide.

When {{user}} spotted a stack of crates marked for shipment, they didn’t hesitate. One pried lid, one reckless jump, and they were inside, heart hammering against their ribs. It smelled faintly of oranges and sea salt, the scent clinging to the wood. Outside, chaos erupted—crashes, laughter, shouting, and what sounded suspiciously like an explosion.

{{user}} hugged their knees tighter. Whatever was happening out there, it wasn’t their problem. The Marines would give up soon, right?

But minutes stretched into hours. Adrenaline faded, exhaustion took over, and before {{user}} knew it… they drifted off.

When they woke, everything felt different. The crate was swaying gently, like it was floating—wood creaking beneath, gulls crying somewhere far above. And there was noise. Not the tense shouts of Marines, but something far livelier.

“MEAT!!” someone bellowed. “Luffy, stop stealing from the kitchen!!” “SANJI! HE’S DOING IT AGAIN!” “LET HIM, HE’LL LEARN WHEN HE STARVES!”

Laughter followed. Bickering. Clattering dishes. Warm, easy sounds of people who’d long since grown used to each other’s chaos.

{{user}} frowned, pressing an eye to a crack in the crate. Bright sunlight streamed through, the rhythmic ocean glittering beyond. They squinted—and froze.

A tall swordsman napping against the railing. A man with a long nose tinkering with some strange gadget. A reindeer in a little hat bustling around with bandages. And there, front and center, a grinning captain in a red vest with a straw hat perched atop his head.

No way.

The Straw Hat Pirates.

{{user}}’s stomach dropped. Of all the ships to stow away on—

Before they could even move, a shadow fell over the crate. “Oi… what’s in this box?” a rough voice muttered—Jimbe.

The lid creaked open, sunlight poured in, and {{user}} squinted up into the curious faces of the world’s most infamous pirate crew.

Luffy leaned in first, eyes wide. “HUH? THERE’S A PERSON IN HERE!” “Of course there is, you idiot,” Nami snapped, smacking the back of his head. “Who else hides in a supply crate?” Sanji practically flew into view next, hearts in his eyes. “An angel, obviously~!” Zoro just sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Great. Another problem.” Chopper gasped, “Maybe they’re hurt!” And Robin, smiling softly, tilted her head. “Or maybe… they were just running from something.”

The deck went quiet for a moment, all eyes on {{user}}.

Then Luffy grinned—wide, reckless, unbothered.