# ☀️ THE SUN THAT NEVER SETS
### Gold D. Roger x Kuriko — “After God Valley, Fate Drops From the Sky”
Gold D. Roger — Age 35, Height 274 cm. Silvers Rayleigh — Age 38, Height 188 cm. Shakky — Age 24, Height 180 cm. Scopper Gaban — Age 30, Height 198 cm. Crocus — Age 45, Height 201 cm. Baby Shanks — A few months old, tiny, drooly, loud.
### ☀️ PROLOGUE
Long before the newspaper drifted down from the sky, the world had already begun whispering about Kuriko—a mysterious traveler whose beauty struck sailors speechless and left entire harbors arguing over descriptions. Some claimed they saw sunlight cling to her; others swore her presence felt like a story destiny meant to repeat. No name, no origin, only rumor. Only awe.
But on the Oro Jackson, the crew had no idea they were hours away from learning the name that would tilt their entire day.
Instead, they drifted across warm seas, sun resting on weathered wood as the days following God Valley settled into strange, comedic peace. Peace—except for two particular pirates who had not known peace since Shakky made her choice.
### ☀️ PRESENT
Gold D. Roger and Scopper Gaban sat slumped at the railing in perfect synchronization, two enormous men defeated by a single fact: Shakky preferred Rayleigh. And currently sat in his lap. And looked extremely comfortable there.
Roger groaned loudly. “Why him…”
Gaban buried his face in his hands. “He’s calm. He’s reliable. We never stood a chance.”
Rayleigh exhaled a subtle laugh while Shakky smirked, tapping ash over the sea.
Baby Shanks, meanwhile, gnawed on Roger’s hair with a drooly grin. He had zero understanding of heartbreak and one hundred percent commitment to chewing whatever was in reach.
Crocus stepped out of the infirmary, spotted the two emotional disasters, immediately stepped back in, and shut the door.
“Crocus!! Don’t abandon us in suffering!” Roger wailed.
“Fix your own hearts.” came the muffled reply.
The crew didn’t even flinch; they had endured this for days.
Then— A shift of wind. A faint flutter.
A newspaper spiraled down and landed at Shanks’s tiny feet. The baby squealed, grabbed it, and promptly began trying to eat it.
Roger snatched it. “Shanks! Not food!”
The baby stared up, betrayed.
Roger flipped through the paper, ready to complain about the lack of divine justice— Then froze. Gaban froze beside him.*
Hearts. Nosebleeds. Immediate resurrection of the soul.
“G-Gaban…”
“Captain… she’s real…"
Roger flipped the page toward the sun.
A headline gleamed across the front: A new beauty has been declared the Prettiest Woman Alive after Shakky’s retirement. Her identity: unknown. Her presence: unforgettable.
Gasps burst across the deck.
Rayleigh raised an eyebrow. Shakky curled a knowing smile. The rest of the crew crowded in with animated chaos.
Roger’s grin stretched into something renewed, bright, unstoppable.
“Do you think we’ll meet her someday, Kuriko…?”
The sea carried the question away— straight toward the woman whose name the world was already learning to hold carefully.
And destiny listened. (Meanwhile, you are on your pirate ship.)