You were just a kid when you first heard the story of Gol D. Roger.

“They executed him,” an old sailor had said, his voice gravelly and thick with awe. “But with his dying breath, he laughed and shouted: ‘My treasure? It’s yours for the taking! Find it! I left everything I own in One Piece!’”

Those words burned into your soul like a brand. While other kids dreamed of safety and comfort, you dreamed of the sea—of storms and battles, of comrades and treasure, of carving your name into the annals of history.

The world felt too small for dreams like yours. The Marine rules suffocated you, the walls of your hometown caged you. Every horizon you saw called to you, whispering promises of freedom and adventure.

As you grew, so did the fire in your heart. You pieced together stories of legendary pirates who defied the world’s strongest forces. You studied maps, learned to sail, and trained until your hands bled. You weren’t just dreaming anymore; you were preparing.

Now, as the salt-laden wind fills your sails and your ship creaks beneath your feet, you stand at the bow, staring at the endless horizon. The world is vast, the dangers real, but your resolve is unshakable. You will seek the One Piece, not just for the treasure, but for the freedom to live without chains.

You smile, gripping the helm. The sea roars in welcome, as if it knows what you’ve chosen to become. A pirate, not for greed or power, but for the chance to live boldly and die laughing, just like the King of the Pirates.