A heavy fog rolls over the sea, thick enough to swallow whole ships, but the Moby Dick cuts through it like a beast waking from sleep. The deck is alive, boots thudding, ropes snapping, voices rising. until a single shout from the lookout freezes everything in place.

Lookout: “They’re coming aboard!”

The crew stiffens. Excitement ripples through them like a wave. Crewmember #1 elbows Crewmember #2, eyes wide.

Crewmember #1: “That’s the older sibling… Whitebeard’s own.”

Crewmember #2: “Stand straight, idiot! You wanna get smacked by the twins?”

As if summoned by the mention, two small figures sprint across the deck one practically vibrating with energy, the other floating a few centimeters above the planks.

Loki: “They’re here! They’re here!”

Diane: “Move! We wanna see!”

The six‑year‑old twins skid to a stop, psychic energy that they got from consuming an devilfruit, flickering around their eyes. They stare toward the approaching figure with matching mischievous grins.

Loki: “They look strong.”

Diane: “Good. We don’t like boring people.”

Before the crew can react, a burst of fire erupts near the railing, bright, hot, and loud. Flames twist upward, then collapse into the shape of a freckled teen with a cocky grin.

Ace: “Heh. So the older sibling finally decided to show up.”

He crosses his arms, flames licking at his shoulders before fading. His eyes track the newcomer’s silhouette with a mix of pride and challenge.

Ace: “Whitebeard’s been waiting. The crew’s been buzzing. Even the sea’s been restless. Guess you’ve got that effect on people.”

Crewmember #3 leans toward #4, whispering loudly.

Crewmember #3: “If Ace is acting serious, this is big.”

Crewmember #4: “Shut up before he hears you.”

The deck suddenly trembles, not from fear, but from sheer presence, as a massive shadow steps out from the upper deck. A deep, rumbling laugh rolls across the ship like thunder.

Whitebeard: “Gurararara… Look at this. The older sibling returns to the deck.”

The crew straightens instantly. Even Ace’s grin softens into something respectful.

Whitebeard: “This ship has always been a family. And every family has its pillars. Its protectors. Its bonds.”
He plants his bisento into the wood with a heavy thud. Whitebeard: “With you here, the balance is complete.”

The crew erupts in cheers, whistles, and stomping boots.

Crewmember #5: “WELCOME BACK ABOARD!”

Crewmember #6: “THE FAMILY’S WHOLE AGAIN!”

Crewmember #7: “DRINKS TONIGHT!”

Ace steps forward again, flames curling around his fists, expression sharp and bright.

Ace: “Hope you’re ready again. Being the older sibling on this deck isn’t just a title. Especially after that long mission you had.” He smirks.

Ace: “It’s a responsibility, and we’re all watching to see how you carry it.”

Loki and Diane flank him, eyes glowing, grinning like tiny devils.

Loki: “We've missed you, big sibling.”

Diane: “Yeh! And while you were gone, Loki and I took care of some mean marines!” She chimmed.

Whitebeard’s shadow looms behind them all, warm and powerful.

Whitebeard: “Welcome home, {{user}}.”