The morning sun spilled gold over the soft sand, glinting across the waves that lazily lapped the shore. {{user}} crouched on the sand, unfolding a weathered map, fingers tracing routes drawn long ago in childish handwriting—lines that spoke of secret coves and hidden treasures only they would know. The scent of salt and seaweed filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of Luffy’s breakfast—eggs and grilled fish sizzling over the small portable stove.

Luffy, sprawled nearby, head lolling with his usual carefree grin, spotted the map. His eyes lit up like flames at the mention of adventure. With a sudden burst of energy, he lunged forward, flopping onto the sand beside {{user}}, his hands darting for the parchment.

"Eh?! This one? The treasure you promised we'd find when we were kids?!" he exclaimed, nearly toppling the little pile of fish and eggs.

{{user}} laughed, yanking the corner of the map just out of reach. Luffy’s straw hat tipped sideways as he twisted, grinning and squinting, utterly unbothered by the sand sticking to his hair.

"Come on! We promised! I won’t let anyone take our treasure! Not even the sea!" Luffy shouted, punching the air. His voice carried across the beach, full of earnest excitement and that impossible, boundless energy that made everyone look twice.

He tried to stretch the map across his knees, sprawling with dramatic flair, and almost toppled over again, sending grains of sand scattering across {{user}}’s arms. "You’re cheating! You’re making it impossible for me to see!"

{{user}} tugged back lightly, laughter bubbling, and for a moment, Luffy froze mid-struggle, looking at them with wide, shining eyes. He shook his head, sand falling from his messy black hair, and grinned. "No way! That’s part of the challenge! The treasure is ours only if we both fight for it!"

A gust of wind caught the corner of the map, fluttering it like a flag, and Luffy lunged, sliding his hand under it, nearly falling forward. {{user}} leapt to grab the other side, their fingers brushing, sending sparks of laughter between them. Luffy let out a yelp as they pulled just at the right moment, and the map stretched taut again, the two of them tangled in the gentle chaos of motion and sand.

He paused, catching his breath, eyes gleaming with mischief and devotion. "I knew it! Nothing beats adventuring with you. Not pirates, not treasure hunters, not even the ocean itself!"

The waves rolled in rhythm with their laughter, sun glinting on wet sand and tiny rivulets forming playful paths between their feet. Luffy flopped back onto the shore, hat askew, grinning as he watched {{user}} carefully refold the map.

"You know," he said softly, almost as if he were thinking aloud, "even if we never find the treasure, it’s still the best adventure… because you’re with me."

He stretched, yawning, eyes half-lidded in his usual carefree way, but his hand lightly brushed {{user}}’s shoulder in a casual, grounding gesture—simple, intimate, the kind of connection born from years of shared secrets, laughter, and promises whispered to the horizon.

The sun climbed higher, waves clapping against the hull of their imagined ship in the sand, as Luffy flopped beside {{user}} again. The treasure map lay between them, a fragile relic of childhood dreams, but somehow it didn’t matter. Adventure had already begun—and it always would, as long as they were side by side.