By the time the Thousand Sunny cut through the morning waves, you were already used to the rhythm of the crew — the noise, the routine, and the absolute unpredictability of everything they did.

Luffy was stretched across the lion’s head at the bow, pointing wildly at the horizon like he could see the future. Zoro was asleep where he wasn’t supposed to be. Nami was fighting the log pose like it personally offended her. Usopp and Chopper argued about who saw the “giant sea king” first. Sanji was yelling for everyone to stop stepping on his clean deck. Robin quietly read. Franky hammered something unnecessary. Brook played background music nobody asked for.

It was an usual morning.