The afternoon sun sparkled off Water Seven's canals as the Franky Family came barreling down the gangplank, voices echoing across the dock. "Straw Hat Bros! Please!" the twins cried in perfect unison, faces flushed with urgency. Nearby, the rest of the clan hovered anxiously—goggles askew, mechanical arms trembling.
They stepped closer, lowering their voices. "We helped free Franky, but the Marines let us go. He's wanted now—he can't stay here safely. Please, take him with you!" Their eyes pleaded.
Luffy, leaning casually against a piling, straightened at their words. The others circled, tension rising on the salty breeze. He surveyed them in silence until, at last, he cracked the barest of smiles. "Alright," he said, voice steady.
A cheer burst from the Family. "Huhhh!? Really? Thanks, Straw Hat!"
Robin, arms folded, watched thoughtfully. "And with that, we gain a shipwright."
Usopp strode forward, wagging a finger. "Don't forget—we officially have three ships now!"
Luffy's grin grew even wider. "I guess we do, huh?"
Nami's brow furrowed. "But—didn't Lucas bottle those vessels? After paying so much for that one ship he requested?"
Sanji rolled his eyes. "Those shipwrights were furious when he shrank their masterpiece."
Lucas strolled into their midst, hands in his pockets. "I didn't turn them into toys—I just bottled them. Like the Black Pearl in Pirates of the Caribbean… or that one Omniverse episode. If the glass breaks, the ships return to full size in seconds." He shrugged. "Anyway, three ships means no worries—even if we somehow lose one."
He added with a wink: "Not that we'd *intentionally* lose any."
Luffy pointed down the bustling dock. "Guys—look!"
There, half-buried beneath tarps and scaffolding, rose a magnificent silhouette. Curved hull, gleaming rails, a massive figurehead hidden by canvas. Joy lit Luffy's eyes. "That must be our new ship—it looks huge!"
"Franky—we're here!" Luffy called, bounding forward.
"Bro!!! The Straw Hats have arrived!" the twins echoed, leaping to Franky's side. Iceburg and several Galley-La shipwrights stirred awake at the racket, yawning beneath the tableau.
"Hrrmm. They've come," Iceburg murmured, rubbing his eyes.
Franky emerged from under the heavy veil, grin wide. "Straw Hats!" he boomed, voice trembling with pride. He grabbed Iceburg's arm. "Brace yourselves—I pulled all the stops on this bad boy!" Together they yanked the canvas free.
For a heartbeat, the group blinked against the glint of polished brass and gleaming wood. Then—a single cheer broke out.
Nami covered her mouth, heart fluttering. "It's… beautiful."
Zoro's usual scowl morphed into a rare smile. "That's one hell of a hull."
Usopp whistled, eyes nearly popping out. "Five decks… stainless steel fittings… look at those watertight shutters!"
Chopper's ears perked, tiny hoof tapping. "And the deck's covered in grass planks—just like home!"
Robin ran her hand along the bow's curve. "Intricate carvings… almost organic."
Sanji's jaw dropped as he inspected the stern window. "And that kitchen hatch—Franky, you know a cook's dreams!"
Lucas cleared his throat, juggling a bottle of cola. "Nice flare, Franky. But you really nailed those stabilizers."
Franky pulled them all aboard with a theatrical flourish. "Welcome to the no wait… we'll decide the name in a moment. First, let me show you around!"
They began at the main deck: carpets of lush, green grass cushioned every step. Below, the hull's broad expanse belied hidden mechanisms—water cannons disguised as deck ornamentation. Inset lanterns flickered to life at Franky's touch, casting golden light on gleaming rails.
"Air conditioning, as Lucas called it" Franky grinned, guiding them to a sliding hatch. "Check it out." Pushing a lever, cool breezes washed over the group from ducts hidden in the ceiling.
Next came the bridge: a room packed with polished brass wheels, glowing dials, and a periscope that extended with a soft hiss. Franky demonstrated every lever, his booming explanations punctuated by the soft ticking of gauges.
Then, into the heart of the ship—the galley. Sanji practically salivated at the sight of twin ovens, a suspended spice rack that auto-rotated, and a meat locker with climate controls. "A chef's paradise," he whispered reverently.
Finally, they arrived at Lucas's masterpiece: the med bay. Glass walls curved around a central operating table studded with holographic projectors. Cabinets slid open silently to reveal serum injectors, flexible robotic arms for precise surgeries, and a self-sterilizing floor that softly glowed. Chopper's eyes sparkled as he ran his hoof over the digital control panel. "It's… like something from a dream!"
For the next ten minutes, Franky led them through crew quarters—bunks with storage pods, the aquarium bar filled with exotic fish, and a cascade of stained-glass windows that turned sunlight into prismatic patterns on the floor. Everywhere the ship whispered innovation and heart.
Back on the grassy deck, the Straw Hats gathered beneath the bright sky. Robin clasped her hands. "So, what shall we name her?"
Iceburg stepped forward, his voice solemn. "The Thousand Sunny."
Murmurs of approval rippled through the crew. Usopp suggested with a chuckle, "How about Sunny Pirate Fortress?"
"Too long," Luffy grinned.
"But awesome," Sanji added.
Chopper looked uncertain. "7… 100… sounds big."
At last, they all nodded to Iceburg's choice. "Thousand Sunny," they echoed together—names mingling on the wind until it felt just right.
As they cheered their new banner, the Franky Family reappeared, this time bearing a golden plaque and a rolled parchment. Franky's eyes went wide as they handed him his own wanted poster: Franky, 55,000,000 beri.
"Now you see why you can't stay," one of the twins said softly. "It's not safe here."
Franky's fists clenched around the parchment. His face twisted with reluctance—a shipwright torn between home and family—but before he could answer, Luffy bounded forward. "Franky, join us!"
Silence fell. Then, in a breathless moment, Franky's eyes glittered with shock… then joy. "All right," he said, voice thick. "I'm in." He threw an arm around Luffy's shoulders, and the entire crew erupted into cheers.
Moments later, goodbyes were said—hugs, waves, and promises to return. With a final blast of the horn, the Thousand Sunny glided from the dock, sails unfurling in a rush of wind.
But as they slipped into open water, a distant silhouette loomed: a Marine frigate cutting through the waves at full speed. On its deck stood Garp, pipe clenched between teeth, eyes blazing. He shouted across the distance, "Luffy! You can't let them go!"
Luffy looked back with unwavering determination. "We won't give up, Grandpa!" he called.
At that moment, the frigate's cannons thundered, shells arcing toward the Sunny. A storm of explosions rocked the sea.
"Lucas—shield us!" Franky roared.
With a dramatic sweep of his arms, Lucas conjured a shimmering dome of blue energy around the ship. Cannonballs slammed against it, sparks flaring and wood splintering beneath the force—yet the barrier held firm.
Franky grinned. "Perfect! Let me show you one of the Sunny's special moves!" He bolted below decks as the crew watched in awe.
Outside, Garp's voice barked orders. "Fire the giant cannonball!"
Above the deck, the crew gasped at the colossal round—almost the size of a small house—rising from the enemy ship's battery. It hurtled toward them, an unstoppable juggernaut of iron.
From below, Franky's voice boomed: "Kuda Blast, activate!"
The Sunny's figurehead glowed fiercely. A column of compressed steam and energy shot forth, catching the giant shell midair. With a thunderous CRACK, the cannonball fragmented into harmless debris, showering sea spray over the stunned Marines.
"Whoa!" Luffy cheered. "That's awesome!"
Even Garp reeled back in disbelief. "A ship that flies?" he muttered.
The Thousand Sunny, propelled by the blast, surged forward—its decks alive with triumphant laughter. As the marine frigate fell behind, the crew basked in the glory of their new home and the promise of adventures to come.
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