YN was a proud member of the Whitebeard Pirates—and today was their birthday! The Moby Dick was alive with celebration, the deck transformed into a floating festival lit by lanterns and buzzing with laughter.

Vista and Izo twirled across the wooden boards in perfect rhythm, their movements graceful and full of flair. Not far off, Ace and Haruta were in a heated competition to see who could sample more dishes from the overflowing banquet table. Marco, Thatch, and Jozu stood near the rail, deep in conversation, their voices blending with the sea breeze and music. Everyone was enjoying themselves in their own way, but the warmth of the celebration was shared by all.

YN sat close to Whitebeard himself, their captain and father figure—a towering presence even when seated. His deep, booming laughter shook the air.

Whitebeard: “Gurararara! So, YN, how’re you enjoying the party?” He grinned as he raised a massive cup of sake to his lips, the smile in his eyes almost as bright as the stars above.