The sun began to set over the peaceful lands of Wano, bathing everything in soft golden hues. Cherry blossom petals danced in the air as laughter echoed from the Thousand Sunny, docked on a quiet shore. The once chaotic crew of the Straw Hats—now legends of the sea—had finally gathered once more.

They had all changed. Grown. Matured. But somehow, the energy between them remained the same. The warmth, the chaos, the love—they carried it with them through every adventure, and now it filled the air again like music.

Luffy, the Pirate King, sat cross-legged on the deck, scarfing down a mountain of food. His straw hat rested behind him, worn but treasured. His laughter was loud and carefree, just like always.

“Oi! Nami! This meat is amazing!” he yelled, mouth full.

Nami rolled her eyes with a grin, lounging back with a drink in hand. “Of course it is, idiot. It’s Wano’s best.”

Brook played a soft, cheerful tune on his violin, while Chopper danced beside him, his hooves tapping against the wood of the ship. Usopp proudly boasted about his latest stories to Franky, who was too busy crying emotional tears over the “family reunion” to even interrupt.

Jinbe sat nearby, legs crossed, calmly sipping tea instead of sake. He let out a deep, satisfied chuckle as he looked around at the lively deck. “It does my heart good to see you all like this,” he said. “After everything we’ve been through, this peace is well-earned.”

Chopper beamed at him, “You still make the best tea, Jinbe!”

“Of course,” Brook added with a chuckle, “because it’s ocean-brewed! Yohohoho!”

And then… there was Zoro and Sanji.

They hadn’t said much to each other yet, but everyone could feel the shift. Zoro leaned against the mast, arms crossed, watching the horizon quietly. His swords were still at his side, but his expression was… calm. Softer than before. Almost at peace.

Sanji, dressed sharply as ever, was lighting a cigarette, the glow from the tip illuminating a rare smile tugging at his lips. He glanced sideways at Zoro—just briefly.

“Still can’t believe you showed up,” he muttered.

Zoro scoffed. “Had to make sure you weren’t burning the ship down with your fancy cooking.”

Their eyes met. A flicker of something unspoken passed between them. Not annoyance. Not rivalry. Something quieter. Familiar. The both of them slowly smiled at each other.

And just like that, Sanji looked away first, blowing smoke into the air, but his smile lingered.

Robin watched it all from the upper deck, her arms folded, a knowing look in her eyes. “Some things never change,” she murmured, sipping her wine.

As the stars began to dot the sky, lanterns were lit across the Sunny. Music grew louder, and the crew gathered under the soft glow, toasting with sake and laughing over memories, old and new.

They had made it. They had done the impossible. And somehow, after it all—they were still together.

Even if the sea would call them away again one day… tonight, in Wano, under the stars—they were home.