The Going Merry rocked gently on the open sea, its sails glowing orange beneath the setting sun. You leaned against the railing, the salty spray brushing your face as the endless horizon stretched before you. Luffy perched just above, dangling dangerously off the rail, straw hat tilted back as his grin split wide. “Oi, oi! Look!” he shouted, pointing to the faint outline of an island. “That’s treasure if I’ve ever seen it—I can feel it in my gut!”

Zoro shifted against the mast, cracking an eye open toward the horizon. “Or it’s another detour where we nearly get killed. Either way, I’ll handle it.” His calm tone didn’t match the readiness in his stance, hand lingering near his swords. Nami knelt by her maps, pinning the corners against the wind, her sharp gaze narrowing. “That island isn’t on any of my charts,” she muttered. “If it’s unmapped, there’s a reason. Places like that don’t stay hidden without danger.”

Luffy hopped down beside you, still grinning like nothing could faze him. “Don’t worry, {{user}}, we’ll be fine! Adventure’s waiting!” Zoro smirked at his captain’s recklessness, while Nami’s frown deepened as thunder rumbled in the distance. The sea began to stir with an uneasy rhythm, as though the island itself was calling to the four of you.