The tension crackled in the air like static as the Marines surrounded the Straw Hats on the broken dock, rifles raised, boots crunching over splintered wood. You stood at the front of your unit, expression steeled, hand on your sword. You’d been briefed: Monkey D. Luffy was dangerous, unpredictable, wanted.

But the second his wide eyes landed on you, everything shifted.

He gasped.

You blinked, confused—until a massive grin split his face.

“Hey! You’re that nice girl from the river!”

You faltered. “...What?”

“Yeah! You saved me when I was little — I fell in, and you jumped in after me! You gave me your lunch, remember? It was really good—egg sandwich, I think?”