Dawn broke over Cocoyasi Village in a golden hue, carrying with it the sweet sound of freedom. With Arlong defeated, the entire island erupted into celebration. The palm trees swayed with the rhythm of joy as a massive feast took over the village square.
Luffy, ever the bottomless pit, shoveled food into his mouth at an alarming speed, cheeks bulging like a chipmunk. Nearby, Zoro sat grumbling as Dr. Nako wrapped his wounds tighter than a mummy. Sanji leaned against a wall, smirking through a haze of cigarette smoke, while Usopp stood atop a barrel, passionately regaling a crowd with exaggerated tales of his "heroic hammer victory."
But the true show-stealer? Raja.
With a dramatic leap onto a table, wand sparking in hand, he belted out Michael Jackson's "Beat It" at a volume that could wake the dead. POOF! A magical orchestra materialized behind him—violins wailing, drums thumping. The villagers, unable to resist, danced around him as he moonwalked across the table, cape flapping like a disco flag.
"Just beat it, beat it! Arlong's gone, y'all!" he sang, flicking sparkles into the air. ZAP! ZAP! The celebration turned into a full-on glittering rave.
Luffy paused mid-bite, grinning. "Raja, you're louder than a Sea King's fart!"
Raja spun, pointing dramatically. "Captain Freedom, I'm the maestro of merriment—eat louder, you're slacking!"
Sanji chuckled, flicking ash. "Maestro? More like a glitter-spewing lunatic—keep it down, I'm trying to enjoy my smoke."
Usopp waved his hammer. "He's got a point, Raja's the king of chaos! I'd give him a ten!"
Zoro grunted, wincing as Dr. Nako tugged a bandage tighter. "Ten? I'd give him a boot—too loud, too shiny."
Amidst the revelry, Nami quietly slipped away, making her way to Bell-mère's grave. Nojiko and Genzo followed. Kneeling before the headstone, she traced her fingers over the letters, her voice steady. "I'm leaving—with Luffy's crew. This time, it's my choice."
Nojiko smiled, teary-eyed. Genzo nodded, his pinwheel hat spinning faintly. "You've earned it, kid."
From afar, Raja caught the moment and, with a flick of his fingers, conjured a tiny flower. POOF! It gently floated toward Nami. "For the map-queen's fresh start—go conquer the seas, Nami!"
As night fell, the party raged on. Bonfires crackled, laughter echoed, and the villagers danced deep into the night. But Nami had unfinished business.
Slipping into Dr. Nako's clinic, she rolled up her sleeve, revealing the cursed Arlong Pirates tattoo. "Get it off," she said firmly.
Dr. Nako nodded, his tools humming as he erased the mark of her past. Hours later, she emerged, her arm now adorned with a new tattoo—a mikan branch entwined with a pinwheel, vibrant and bold. "New me, new journey."
Before leaving, she quietly placed a chest filled with one hundred million bellies in the village square—her stolen hoard, now a parting gift.
At the docks, the Going Merry bobbed gently, the crew waiting. But instead of heartfelt goodbyes, Nami bolted past the crowd with a mischievous grin.
"See ya, suckers!" she yelled, leaping aboard.
As the ship pulled away, the villagers reached for their wallets, only to find them missing.
The realization dawned.
"That little thief!" someone shouted, followed by a wave of laughter. "That's our Nami!"
On the deck, Raja cackled. "Sticky-fingers strikes again! You're a pirate legend, map-queen!"
Nami smirked, flipping through her new collection of wallets. "Legend? Just practical—someone's gotta fund this circus."
Luffy stretched his arm, snatching a coin mid-air. "Shiny! Can I eat it?"
WHACK! Sanji smacked him upside the head. "It's money, not meat, idiot!"
Zoro yawned. "She robbed 'em blind—respect."
Out at sea, a News Coo swooped down, dropping a newspaper onto the deck with a loud thud.
Nami grabbed it first. "Guys—wanted posters!"
Luffy's eyes gleamed as he unrolled his.
"Straw Hat" Monkey D. Luffy - Captain - 50 million bellies.
"I'M FAMOUS!" he cheered, waving it like a victory flag.
Raja's poster followed:
"Magic Freak" Rudra D. Raja - Vice-Captain - 40 million bellies
A note scrawled beneath it read: "Ruthless Pirate, approach with caution."
Raja struck a pose. SPARK! "Ruthless? More like dazzling!"
Zoro smirked at his own:
"Pirate Hunter" Roronoa Zoro - Swordsman - 30 million.
Sanji grinned, lighting a cigarette: "Black Leg" Sanji - Cook - 20 million. "Who is this?"
Raja, shocked by Sanji's wanted photo, He handed over the latest photo of the crew. "How can they make only Sanji's photo unrecognizable?"
Usopp puffed up with pride: "Sling Shot" Usopp - 10 million. "The great Usopp's a terror!"
And lastly, Nami's:
"Cat Burglar" Nami - 5 million. "Undervalued, but I'll take it."
Meanwhile, Fullbody, demoted and stuck on a rickety ship, spotted the Going Merry.
"That bounty could get me reinstated!"he growled. "Fire!"
Cannonballs flew—BOOM!
Luffy stretched his arms. "Gomu Gomu no Balloon!"
BOING! The cannonballs bounced right back. CRASH!
Sanji leapt into action, kicking a cannon clean off the deck. "Stay away, tin-can!"
Spotting Sanji, Fullbody paled, shrieking. "NOT HIM AGAIN!"before diving overboard.
Far off, Dracule Mihawk sipped his wine, handing Shanks the newspaper.
"Boy you mention once is making waves—50 million."
Shanks laughed, raising his mug. "That's my Luffy!"
Mihawk, with a stoic face, replied, "The vice-captain intrigues me—he hides his strength very well and has a good collection of fine wine."
The Going Merry sailed smoothly across the Grand Line's entrance path, the salty breeze ruffling sails and tempers alike.
Nami spread out a map on the deck, tapping a specific point. "The Grand Line lies beyond Reverse Mountain, but before that—Loguetown. The birthplace and execution site of Gold Roger."
Raja clapped his hands together—CLAP!—a sharp, decisive sound. "Perfect! We've got six days until the timeline aligns. Plenty of time to prepare."
He reached into his coat and tossed a scroll toward Sanji. "Here. Fire Breathing Technique—torch your foes, leggy."
Sanji caught it effortlessly, unfurling it with mild curiosity—until he noticed Zoro smirking at him from the side.
"Hwo many days did mosshead took to learn it?" Sanji asked, already bristling.
Zoro leaned back, resting his swords against his shoulder. "three days. Try to keep up, curly."
Sanji scoffed, rolling up the scroll with a smirk of his own. "Tch. I'll master it in half that time."
Raja grinned and turned to Usopp, handing him another scroll—POOF!—a small cloud of dust escaping as it appeared in his hands.
"Sound Breathing—silent steps, deadly strikes. Perfect for a sniper."
Usopp blinked. "Wait… Luffy learned this?"
Raja nodded. "Yup. It took him just 10 hours to learn it. With this, you'll be able to move like a ghost, vanish from sight, and escape anything."
Usopp's chest puffed up with pride. "If Luffy with his Idiot brain can do it, I can too! Just watch—I'll disappear in no time!"
Luffy stretched his head over, eyes gleaming. "Disappear? Where ya going?"
Usopp yelped, tripping over his own feet—THUD!—hitting the deck hard. "Not now, dummy!"
Ignoring the chaos, Raja pulled out a small tray of vials, pricking each crewmate's finger—OW!—before collecting a few drops of blood.
Raja took "DNA samples." From the crew to "whip up super soldier serums using Blue Spider Lily while he journey back to Main world for 18 days there and six hours here."
Zoro crossed his arms and contemplate when Raja asked him to to guard his body for 6 hours. "And why am I the babysitter?"
Raja stretched, smirking. "Because I trust you not to stab me in my sleep. Probably."
Zoro sighed, leaning against the mast as Raja vanished into his cabin. "Fine. Just don't snore, glitter-pants."
From inside, Raja's muffled voice responded, "Only epic dreams here, mosshead."
Somewhere far away, Nami twirled a coin between her fingers, a curious smirk playing on her lips. "I wonder where Buggy landed after Luffy yeeted him into the sky?"
The answer?
A WHOOSH! of wind carried Buggy the Clown through the air, his dismembered limbs flailing wildly. He crashed onto an uninhabited island with a spectacular THUD!
"My parts!" he wailed, scrambling to gather himself. With no other options, he cobbled together a pathetic little raft from driftwood and began paddling to the next island.
Which, unfortunately, was home to a giant bird.
SCREEECH!
The bird swooped down, snatching Buggy off his raft like a worm off the ground.
"Not again—!!"
The bird took one look at him, wrinkled its beak in disgust, and spat him out—PTOO!—sending him plummeting toward yet another island.
This time, he crash-landed on the Island of Rare Animals.
A pair of wary eyes peered at him from a nearby bush.
"Poacher?"
Buggy groaned, sitting up to see a man stuck inside a chest—bushy-haired, suspicious, and glaring.
"No, just a clown!" Buggy grumbled, dusting himself off.
That night, they drank campfire rum, bonding over their shared misfortunes, laughing until dawn.
But when Buggy finally built another raft and set sail…
CHOMP!
A Sea Beast surfaced, devouring the raft in one bite. Buggy barely escaped, dog-paddling in the ocean, cursing. "LUFFY, YOU RUBBER RAT! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!"
As fate would have it, a large shadow loomed ahead.
Alvida's ship.
Slimmer, sassier, and seething with grudge-fueled determination, she looked down at Buggy with amusement.
"Well, well. You're looking pathetic."
Buggy clung to the rope ladder, coughing up seawater. "Shut up and haul me up already!"
Alvida smirked. "We've got a mutual pest. Team up?"
Buggy's grin stretched ear to ear. "Oh, it's on."
Elsewhere, Buggy's pirate crew mourned their 'dead' captain on a random island, clutching his detached limbs like holy relics.
Mohji and Cabaji, ever the bickering duo, squared off.
"I should be captain!" Mohji insisted. "I was Buggy-sama's right hand!"
Cabaji scoffed. "You mean the right hand we're literally holding?"
Their argument escalated into a full-blown duel—swords clashing, fire roaring, pride on the line.
Until Richie, their oversized pet lion, sleepwalked over…
WHAM!
One swipe and both men were flattened.
The crew looked at each other. Then at Richie.
Then they cheered. "CAPTAIN RICHIE!"
Richie yawned, utterly unimpressed.
Unfortunately, their victory was short-lived. The Kumate Tribe—a group of hungry cannibals—appeared from the jungle, surrounding them.
"Dinner time!" they chanted, sharpening their knives.
Just as the pot of water started to boil…
BOOM!
Buggy and Alvida stormed in.
Buggy's knives flew—CHOP!—slicing through ropes.
Alvida's mace swung—CRUNCH!—sending the tribe tumbling.
With a final SNAP!, Buggy reassembled himself, standing proudly before his crew.
"Miss me, losers?"
The Buggy Pirates burst into tears. "CAPTAIN! WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!"
Buggy smirked, throwing his arm over Alvida's shoulder. "Dead? Ha! We've got unfinished business."
As the Straw Hats sailed toward Loguetown, blissfully unaware, Buggy and Alvida set their sights on revenge.
The hunt for Monkey D. Luffy had begun.