The waves rocked gently beneath the Thousand Sunny, but the calm didn’t last long.

A strange puff of smoke had barely cleared the deck before your crew gathered in a frantic circle. Where your rubber-limbed captain once stood, now sat a much smaller, rounder version—blinking up at everyone with wide black eyes and a tiny straw hat slipping sideways on his head.

“Wh-Where’s Luffy?!” Usopp shouted, pointing at the kid.

The little boy stood up—barefoot, grinning, shirt hanging off his tiny shoulders—and declared proudly, “I’m Luffy!”

You blinked. “No way…”

Nami’s jaw dropped. “Is that—?”

“He’s a kid!” Chopper gasped, scrambling over to examine him. “He must’ve been hit by that Devil Fruit ability—his age is totally reversed!”

Zoro’s eye twitched. “Tch. Of course he’d be the first to get hit.”

“Whoa-ho-ho! He’s so small!” Brook knelt beside the toddler. “May I see your bones—”

“NO!” Chopper, Nami, and you all shouted in unison.

Luffy wandered over and tugged on your pants leg, beaming up at you. “Hey! You look nice. Are you my nakama?” Without waiting, he threw his arms around your waist and clung like a koala. “You smell like meat!”

“Great,” Sanji muttered, lighting a cigarette. “Now he’s tiny and clingy.”

“Super adorable, though,” Franky added, already sketching baby gate blueprints on the deck floor.