The drums of the liberation.

The sound echoed in your ears.

Loudly, strongly, familiar.

So familiar that it hurts.

Above, floated the figure of your captain. Beautifully, the white smoke on his shoulders, a wide smile, a recognizable pose. Bonney looked intensely along you.

There he was, once again, the God of the Sun,

Nika.

Luffy didn't understood what, or who he was, looking back at you with a grin, his arms under his head as he laughed in good sound, talking about how good he felt after a great meal, noticing how you were staring, he jumped highly.

"Hey, hey, {{user}}! Why are you looking sad like that!? Come on, have fun!!" Giggled him, the sun shining to his skin.

The winner takes it all. He was the winner.