The early morning sun bathed Foosha Village in soft gold as Yua quietly pulled his small wooden boat through the thick forest, careful to avoid making noise. His heart pounded—not from exertion, but from the strange mix of excitement and nerves swirling inside him.
No grand farewell. No cheering crowds. Just me and the endless sea ahead.
At last, he reached the edge of the trees and pushed his boat into a hidden cove. The salty breeze brushed his face as he took one last look back at the village rooftops peeking through the morning mist. Familiar faces—friends, neighbors, even the grumpy mayor—were there, but this was the moment to leave it all behind.
Climbing aboard, Yua slung his flintlock over his shoulder and adjusted his worn hunting coat. His thoughts flickered to the strange power inside him—the blessing he held, and the points he'd earned so far.
Ten points. Not much, but enough to start.
The horizon was clear. Luffy's ship was nowhere to be seen, already long gone on his grand adventure.
Looks like I'm the only one setting sail today.
With a deep breath, Yua grasped the oars and began rowing out toward the open sea. No turning back now—the adventure had officially begun.
Some time passed quietly as Yua rowed, the rhythmic splash of the oars the only sound around him. Then, in the distance, he spotted two wrecked ships drifting side by side.
One was a sleek pink ship — if he remembered correctly, that was Alvida's ship. The other looked more ordinary.
The battle must have ended here. Luffy must have left with Coby. There's no one around.
Yua's eyes gleamed. How lucky — I just found myself a ship. It looks a bit weird, but it's definitely better than this small boat.
Yua carefully guided his small boat closer to the strange pink ship. Its hull was scratched and scarred from battle, but it still floated steadily, anchored by fate and seaworn timbers.
He climbed aboard using the side rope ladder, feeling the familiar creak of old wood beneath his boots. The salty sea breeze carried faint scents of smoke and metal — evidence of the recent fight.
The deck was empty, littered with broken crates, splintered barrels, and a few scattered weapons. No sign of crew or enemies.
Looks like everyone already left. Yua's gaze swept across the ship, lingering on a faded emblem painted near the bow — the unmistakable mark of Alvida's crew.
He moved toward the captain's cabin, curiosity tugging him forward. The door hung slightly ajar, as if inviting him in.
Inside, the room was small but orderly. A dusty table was strewn with maps and a half-burned candle. Yua ran his fingers over the yellowed papers, tracing the lines that marked distant islands and dangerous seas.
So this was their route… maybe I can use this to plan my own journey.
Among the clutter, Yua spotted a small leather pouch. He opened it carefully and found a handful of Beli coins — a small fortune for a kid like him.
"Looks like luck's on my side today," he muttered with a grin.
Just as he pocketed the pouch, a faint creaking echoed from below deck. Yua froze.
Am I really alone here?
He tightened his grip on the flintlock and crept toward the stairs leading down, ready for whatever—or whoever—might be waiting in the shadows.
Yua took a deep breath and stepped carefully down the narrow staircase into the ship's lower deck. The air grew cooler and thicker, heavy with the scent of damp wood and stale salt. The faint creaks and groans of the ship echoed around him, every sound amplified in the enclosed space.
Dim light filtered in from a small porthole, barely enough to reveal broken crates stacked against the walls and ropes tangled like forgotten snakes. Dust motes floated in the stale air, disturbed only by Yua's cautious footsteps.
He moved slowly, eyes scanning every shadowed corner. The room was empty — no signs of life, no hidden figures lurking in the gloom. Only the silent whispers of the sea outside and the soft creaking of the old ship.
Yua exhaled quietly. No one here.
He took stock of the ship's condition. The pink vessel was battered from battle, but with some work, it could serve as a proper ship — much better than the small boat he had started with.
First things first — I need to fix the leaks and check the sails.
Yua set to work, hauling up planks and patching holes with whatever materials he could find below deck and on the shore. Hours passed as he tightened ropes, cleaned the decks, and tested the rudder.
It wasn't perfect, but it was seaworthy.
This will be my home for now. My first real step toward the adventure I want.
As the sun dipped toward the horizon, Yua stood on the deck, looking out over the vast ocean. Tomorrow, the real voyage would begin.
Morning came, painting the sky with soft hues of pink and gold. Yua adjusted the patched sails and set his course toward Shell Island — the place where Luffy had reportedly recruited Zoro, the "Goat."
I don't know these seas well yet, he thought. For now, I'll follow Luffy's trail — but I'm not planning to cross paths with him. No need to mess with the future Pirate King.
But before that, there was one important thing to do.
I need to change the appearance of this ship.
Yua glanced around the battered pink hull, the faded emblem still visible. It might be better to sail under a different flag, or at least make sure this ship didn't draw unwanted attention. After all, this was his new home — and the start of his own adventure.
Yua climbed down below deck to gather supplies, rifling through the crates and storage lockers left behind. Among scraps of cloth and old ropes, he found some faded sails and weathered canvas. Carefully, he tore the fabric into strips, planning to patch and reshape the sails.
Outside on the deck, he examined the ship's hull. The faded pink paint was chipped and scratched, but the biggest problem was the unmistakable emblem of Alvida's crew near the bow—a target he didn't want to carry with him.
He grabbed a brush and a small can of dark wood stain left in one of the barrels. With steady strokes, he began painting over the emblem, blotting and scrubbing until it was barely visible. It wasn't perfect, but it would do for now.
Next, Yua worked on the sails. Using the torn canvas strips, he patched holes and reinforced weak spots, then used leftover ropes to secure the new patches tightly. The sails still retained their original shape, but the fresh patches gave them a rugged, worn look — a sign of a ship reborn.
Finally, he turned to the flags and banners. He found a torn piece of dark fabric and fashioned a new makeshift flag, painting a simple crown symbol — a bold, angular design — with charcoal and ink he mixed from scraps. It was crude, but it felt right. A symbol of authority and ambition.
Yua stepped back to survey his work. The ship no longer looked like Alvida's — it was different, more his own. Not a flashy pirate ship, but a vessel ready for a fresh start.
Satisfied, he slung his flintlock over his shoulder and smiled.
Now, this ship won't draw unnecessary eyes. Time to sail toward my own destiny.