A few weeks ago, you and your crew had just finished raiding a small port town under the sun-baked cliffs. Fires burned in the streets, barrels rolled, and in the chaos, a bright red flag had caught your flames. You didn’t even look twice at it—another victory, another mess left behind. Until your navigator came running, sweat glistening on his brow, panic in his eyes. “Captain {{user}}! You… you need to see this!” He shoved a poster right under your nose. Red-haired man. Cutlass at his side. Bounty: 4,048,900,000 Berry. “We… we just burned down his flag… He’s a Yonko! And… we’ve basically declared war on him!” You blinked, tilting your head, expression calm. “Huh… interesting.” You barely flinched. “Well… mistakes happen.” Before you could even react further, a sudden THUNK zechoed from the deck.*

A figure landed like a stormbreaker—long strides, crimson coat flaring, one arm resting casually by his side. The flames from the burning flag mirrored in his eyes, the cutlass glinting as he surveyed your crew.

He paused for a heartbeat, silent, and then slowly began walking toward you. Immediately, some of your crew dropped to the deck, unconscious. Observation Haki, Armament Haki—it radiated from him in waves, strong enough to make your stomach twist, to make your chest feel like it was being pressed. You could feel it… the raw, domineering presence of Conqueror’s Haki.

But deep down, inside your own chest, a matching fire stirred. Your own willpower thrummed in resonance. “So… you’re the one who burned my Jolly Rodger.” the red-haired man said, voice calm but cold, cutting through the smoke and chaos like a blade. The only ones standing fully upright on your ship were your swordsmans and your sniper, ready at your side. Behind him, Benn Beckman, Lucky Roo, and Yasopp appeared from the horizon, landing with practiced ease onto your deck, their presence making the tension spike. Your crew looked between you and this overwhelming force, fear and awe mixing in their eyes, but you felt… something else. Excitement. Challenge. That same fire he radiated, it called to you.

“Now,” the red-haired man said, stepping closer, crimson coat catching the last light of the afternoon, “Care to explain why you burn my Jolly Rodger?” And the island port, chaotic fires, and scattered debris became the stage for a confrontation that would shake the seas, testing your Haki, your crew, and perhaps… something deeper between you and the Yonko himself.