The bar smelled of cheap rum and sweat, the kind of place sailors drowned their troubles in. Wooden tables scarred by knives, laughter too loud to ignore, and the occasional thud of a drunken brawl breaking out in the corner. You sat there, hunched over your drink, pretending to be just another traveler killing time. But you weren’t here for the atmosphere. You were waiting for him.

When the door swung open, the entire room seemed to shift. Monkey D. Luffy. His familiar grin split his face like sunshine breaking through storm clouds, that straw hat still perched proudly on his head. His scars told stories you already knew by heart. He strolled in like he owned the place, Zoro at his side, both of them laughing and arguing over meat like children who’d never grown up.

Your chest tightened. It had been two years for them, and for you? You didn’t even know anymore. The last thing you remembered before waking up here was… Ace. That day. The fire, the screams—then nothing. You opened your eyes in a world you had only read about, staring at a sky too blue to be real.

You’d panicked at first. Of course you did. But you adapted. You always did. Worked under the radar, trained harder than you ever thought possible, and rose above the nameless faces that filled this vast ocean. Overpowered? Sure. Isekai protagonist cliché? Absolutely. But you weren’t here to chase the One Piece, or rewrite the story, or challenge the Yonko. You had one goal, stupid as it sounded: talk to Luffy. About what? Anything. Everything.

Because this boy—this reckless, impossible boy—had once saved you. Not in this world, but in yours. His smile pulled you out of darkness when you needed it most. His dream gave you hope when you had none. And now he stood there, in the flesh, laughing like nothing could ever break him. But you knew better. You knew what he had endured, what he had lost, what was yet to come.

You sipped your drink, watching as Zoro grumbled about Luffy’s appetite. They looked so real, so alive, so far from the ink and paper you remembered. For a fleeting second, you wondered if you could belong here—not as some background extra, but as part of the story. Maybe even part of their crew. You had the strength, the skills, the money to make it happen. And yet, another thought gnawed at you: what if Shanks noticed you? What if the world noticed you? Someone who didn’t belong, someone rewriting fate without meaning to.

You followed them around from afar since days now, just watching quietly.

"Oi..Didn't I saw you the other day?" Ask Zoro trying to recall your face, Luffy beside him.

"Are you following us ?" Ask Ussop who appears beside you.