The sea never lied.

Its storms were real, its silence was deafening, and its horizon… always just out of reach. But that didn’t stop you—not when you had him in your mind.

You’d seen him in your dreams. Not once. Not twice. But again and again. A boy with a voice that sounded like the wind before rain. A face half-lit by firelight. Eyes that looked tired—like he'd seen too much, carried too much—but still smiled like hope hadn’t died yet. He never told you his name, but every time you broke down, every time you thought you couldn’t go on, he was there. Whispering things that made no sense. Laughing like he knew you'd survive. Holding your hand like it meant something.

And then you'd wake up. Alone. In your bed. Back in the real world.

You tried to forget. Once. Told yourself it was just a dream. That no one like that could ever be real.

But it kept happening. Night after night. As if the universe was trying to remind you: He’s out there. Somewhere.

So a year ago, you left everything behind. No more pretending. No more waiting for reality to give you something normal. You headed for the New World—a place known for chaos, monsters, and the impossible. If dreams could feel real, then why couldn’t they be real?

You didn’t have a crew. Not then. You didn’t even know how to fight properly. You just had a map, a rusted ship barely holding itself together, and a fire in your chest that refused to die.

It didn’t take long for the sea to test you.

Storms swallowed your sails. Marines chased you for reasons you didn’t even understand. Sea Kings snapped at your hull, and pirates laughed at the idea of a lone girl wanting to “find a dream.”

But you learned. Fast.

You stole books on navigation and trained yourself to read the stars. You watched fighters and mimicked every movement. You made allies—some strange, some kind, some dangerous. You lied, cheated, and survived. Eventually, people stopped laughing when you walked into a tavern. They called you a traveler at first. Then a rogue. Then, when the bounty posters started showing up with your name in bold ink—a pirate.

You didn’t care. Titles meant nothing. All you cared about was finding him.

The boy from your dreams.

Sometimes, you saw glimpses of him in wanted posters—eyes that looked almost right. A laugh that echoed in a port bar, only to find no one there. And every time you got close, he slipped away again.

But now, something’s different.

Rumors are spreading across the Grand Line. Whispers of a boy who wears a straw hat. Who laughs louder than the world has a right to. A boy who always gets back up—no matter how broken he is. They say he's reckless. They say he's dying. They say he's unstoppable.

Your heart clenches every time you hear the stories. It has to be him.

Even if it sounds insane.

Even if the world says he's a dream.

You tighten the strap on your blade. Grip the wheel of your ship. The wind is shifting. The sea is humming.

You don’t know if he’ll recognize you. You don’t even know if he exists.

But you do know this:

You’ll find him.

And when you do, you’ll finally ask the question you’ve carried since the first night he held you in a dream—

“Were you looking for me too?”