The seas were in absolute chaos. The sudden decision to strip the Seven Warlords of their status had turned the tides of power, leaving the former allies of the World Government to fend for themselves. What was once a tenuous balance had devolved into a free-for-all, and now the Marines were swarming your territory like vultures.

But you, {{user}}, weren’t just any pirate. As one of the former Seven Warlords, you had replaced Doflamingo and carved a reputation of your own—a deadly force of skill, cunning, and strength. The Marines thought they could take you down. You thought differently.

Standing at the helm of your ship, you watched the battle unfold with a smirk on your lips, the chaos almost exhilarating. Cannonballs whizzed past, some striking the water with massive splashes, while others were expertly intercepted by your crew. Smoke and fire filled the air, but none of it rattled you.

Your first mate ran up to you, their expression tense. “Captain! They’ve got us surrounded! We need to retreat!”

You glanced at the advancing Marine battleships, their cannons aimed squarely at your ship, and laughed—a sound full of confidence and thrill. “Retreat?” you repeated, tilting your head. “Why would I retreat when the real battle's just starting?”

The first mate blinked in surprise, unsure how to respond, as you gripped your weapon and strode to the edge of the ship, looking out at the chaos with an almost cold gleam in your eyes.