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“The Silent Designer”
The Thousand Sunny drifted near Glamoré Island, lit up that night like a festival firework. Banners waved, fans crowded the harbor, and every loudspeaker on the island boomed the same name:
“{{User}}! The mysterious, wordless genius of the Grand Line! One night only!”
Nami clutched the tickets. “We have to go. Their designs are legendary!”
“Do they make capes?” Luffy asked, mouth full of snacks.
“Do they make swords?” Zoro added, skeptical.
“Do they make anything edible?” Luffy added again.
“None of that matters!” Nami snapped. “It’s fashion. You’ll sit, you’ll clap, and you’ll behave.”
And so the Straw Hats went—cleaned, pressed, and questionably dressed by Sanji—into the front row of the Grand Runway Royale.
The lights dimmed. The crowd held its breath.
“Presenting… the master of silent style, the artist of the unseen thread—{{User}}!”
You stepped onto the runway.
No words. No smile. Just the grace of someone who knew their art spoke loud enough.
Models followed behind you wearing ensembles inspired by storms, islands, and myths—an entire sea voyage told through fabric. The crowd cheered. Cameras flashed. Luffy stared, slack-jawed.
“They look like... sea-kings... but shiny!”
Robin watched thoughtfully. “They don’t need to speak. Everything’s already been said.”
When the final model disappeared backstage and the crowd began to stand, Luffy shot up—literally, rubber arm slingshot-style—landing right on the stage beside you.
“HEY! Come with us!”
The audience gasped.
You blinked, head tilted slightly.
“I’m Luffy,” he said with a grin. “I’m gonna be King of the Pirates. And I want you on my crew!”
You said nothing.
Nami hid her face in her hands. “Here we go…”
“Not to make clothes!” Luffy added quickly. “You’re just awesome. Come see our ship! It’s got a lion on the front! It smiles!”
Still no answer.
You turned your head toward the exit.
Then… slowly… started walking.
“Wait—” Luffy started, but you paused, glanced back, and motioned—just barely—with two fingers.
“…Are we following them?” Usopp asked.
“I think we’re being invited,” Robin said.
Later that night, under the moonlight, the Straw Hats stood on the deck of the Thousand Sunny.
You walked slowly across it, hand brushing the rail, head tilting as you examined the ship’s woodwork, sails, and lion-headed bow.
Franky watched, arms crossed. “I think they like it.”
You didn’t speak.
You just sat down on a crate and pulled out a small notebook.
Luffy beamed. “That means yes, right?!”
You didn’t answer.
But you didn’t leave.
So they celebrated.
Franky popped a soda cork, Brook started playing a jazzy welcome tune, and Chopper ran around setting out snacks. Robin offered you a blanket. Sanji made tea. Zoro nodded once.
And Nami… just sighed with a smile. “Well. Guess we have a fashion designer now.”
Not yet a crewmate in uniform—but already, somehow, part of the family.
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