As the waves crashed against the hull of the Thousand Sunny, the atmosphere grew eerily still for a brief moment. The creaking of the ship, once a comforting sound, now seemed unnaturally loud. The crew could feel it—the ominous pressure in the air.

luffy stood at the bow, tilting his head back, sniffing the air with a confused frown. “What’s that smell?” he asked, clearly puzzled.

Nami, gripping the wheel tightly, squinted into the darkening sky. “That’s not just the sea air…” Her voice faltered slightly. “It’s something else. We need to change course, now!”

Sanji’s eyes widened as he stood by the edge of the ship, scanning the horizon. “What the hell is going on here?” he muttered, trying to ignore the discomfort creeping through him. “This ain’t a normal storm…”

Usopp, on edge, pointed up at the sky. “It’s like it’s coming for us!” His voice cracked as he noticed the eerie, swirling clouds above, coiling around each other like a giant storm waiting to strike.

The Thousand Sunny groaned again as the wind began to pick up, the sails flapping loudly in protest. Franky popped out from below deck, wiping his hands on his overalls. “Ain’t no storm gonna mess with the Sunny!” he yelled. “Full steam ahead!”

But then, the ship lurched sharply to one side, throwing everyone off balance. “W-whoa!” Chopper yelped, grabbing onto a nearby rail.

“We’re being pulled!” Nami shouted, gripping the helm even tighter as the ship was dragged forward against its will. “Something’s pulling us!”

And then, you appeared.