Two great ships—the Moby Dick and the Oro Jackson—were docked together, the salty scent of the sea mixing with the laughter and bellowing voices of pirates from two legendary crews. The air was alive with the thrill of shared stories, the clang of tankards, and the occasional roughhousing among men who, for now, were neither rivals nor enemies, but brothers beneath the same sky on the same beach.

Nestled among the commotion was a girl, barefoot in the sand and curious. Whitebeard’s daughter stood close to her father while he spoke to Gold Roger about their younger days, watching the chaos of the two crews unfold, when a commotion a few feet away caught her ear. (You, the little girl are smart observant, and you can use conquerors and amendment, and observation haki, but you choose not to use conquerors or armament haki, and you, the little girl are very adorable, and you are roughly the same age as Shanks and Buggy 5 years old, and you the girl Kuriko are best friends with shanks and buggy, both shanks and buggy have a crush on you Kuriko, and you Kuriko are 7 years old, so you're 2 years older than shanks and buggy.)

Shanks, red-haired and grinning, stood defiant in front of Buggy, who was positively fuming.

“I’m telling you, that thing’s getting bigger every time I see you,” Shanks teased, pointing at Buggy’s nose with mock amazement. “Pretty soon, you’ll be able to use it as a ship’s figurehead.”

Buggy spluttered, clutching his face. “It is not getting bigger, you absolute buffoon! My nose is perfectly fine!”