Five years later...
On the cloudshore of Angel Island, a massive and strikingly vibrant sailing ship stood anchored.
The vessel was over eight times the size of Luffy's Going Merry.
Its hull gleamed in a radiant blend of fiery red and thunderous light blue—colors representing flame and lightning. Under the sunlight, it was dazzling and impossible to miss.
Emblazoned on its sails was a giant white skull, with flames and lightning crossed behind it.
At the prow stood two golden angels, sculpted back-to-back with wings spread wide. Their hands were clasped together in a prayer-like pose, resembling twin goddesses watching over the ship.
Standing on the deck were three figures.
Yemu, Enel, and Pagaya.
In just six more days, it would mark ten full years since Yemu arrived in this world.
Over that decade, Yemu had grown from a small boy on Skypiea into a striking young man nearly two and a half meters tall. He radiated a calm and composed air, with sharp eyes, a well-toned physique, and fiery red hair.
Enel stood slightly shorter, but still over two meters himself. With his golden hair, eyes full of disdain, and an untamed presence, he exuded a wild and rebellious aura.
The two of them dressed almost identically: loose lantern pants, barefoot, and long cloaks draped over their shoulders, leaving their defined upper bodies partially exposed.
The cloaks were custom-designed. After much deliberation, Yemu had decided on the Akatsuki robes from Naruto—only shortened and modified to be less restrictive.
After all, they were pirates who longed for freedom.
Sure, the Akatsuki cloak had already been overused by fellow transmigrators, but let's be honest—it still looked damn cool.
Yemu had several sets tailored, covering all four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
This was the prototype for the uniforms of their future pirate crew.
As for everything else, Yemu didn't care much about coordinating outfits.
Everyone had their own taste. Yemu liked red and black. Enel leaned toward blue and yellow.
On Yemu's waist hung a long sword with a gold sheen and patterns that resembled a lion's mane. Around his neck was a massive ruby.
Enel held a gleaming golden staff and wore blue earrings shaped like magatama, three on each ear.
On the deck, Enel looked around like an excited child, eyes sparkling as he admired the ship.
"It's beautiful!"
"Of course it is! I spent over eight years building this," came the proud reply.
The speaker was shipwright Pagaya. Now thirty years old, he looked nothing like the young man they had met back then—he had the look of a seasoned craftsman. His daughter, Conis, was already five.
At that moment, his face wore a simple, sincere smile—but the gleam in his eyes radiated unmistakable pride.
"I built this ship by combining all of Skypiea's Dial technology with the tech you gave me, Yemu."
"The main hull and keel are forged from a special alloy made of gold, iron, carbon, and pyrobroin keratin particles. It's far tougher and denser than ordinary metal. The durability is obvious, but that also makes the ship incredibly heavy. Thankfully, I embedded an entire layer of Sea Clouds into the base to boost buoyancy. Because of that, the ship's bottom is saturated with pyrobroin particles, giving off an effect similar to Seastone—it helps repel Sea Kings. Combined with the front propulsion, the ship can safely travel through the Calm Belt."
"As for propulsion, I've used a hybrid system of Wind Dials, Flame Dials, and Impact Dials. It converts stored wind, fire, and lightning into kinetic energy, letting it either speed across the sea or even fly. At full power, it can hit 300 km/h on water and maintain that for an hour. For flight, it can reach up to 100 km/h, but only for ten minutes. Once the energy is spent, it needs a thirty-minute recharge and a two-hour cooldown."
"As for the interior—just as you asked—in addition to storage, two Sea Cloud Gravity Chambers, an equipment room, and a kitchen, there are eleven rooms in total. Each one is fitted with Sound Dials, Light Dials, Water Dials, and Image Dials. You've got safety and entertainment all covered."
"Lastly, I installed five Wavers and three small boats inside. I've modified their propulsion systems to match this ship's capabilities."
"The rest are just minor features. I wrote up a manual for everything—you can look it over whenever you've got time..."
Pagaya recited the specs like a proud craftsman showing off his masterpiece, leaving Yemu deeply impressed.
With this ship's technology, it might not be the best in the world of One Piece, but it was absolutely top-tier.
This ship gave Yemu the confidence to sail the Grand Line with complete freedom.
Pagaya really was a genius. Maybe not at Vegapunk's monstrous level, but he was a skilled and capable builder through and through.
If Yemu hadn't felt bad about tearing him away from his peaceful family life, he might've dragged Pagaya along.
Still, leaving him in Skypiea wasn't a bad choice either.
After all, Yemu already saw Skypiea as his future logistics base.
"By the way, have you decided on a name for the ship?" Pagaya asked suddenly.
"Yeah." Yemu nodded. He'd already had the name in mind for a while.
"We'll call it the Twin Goddesses."
He had come up with the name while the ship was still being built. In the world of One Piece, every pirate ship has its own signature feature—the figurehead most of all.
Yemu was no exception.
At first, he had considered just making a pirate flag out of gold in the shape of a skull, but both Enel and Pagaya shot that idea down instantly.
They agreed—a ship like this deserved something far more refined.
While Yemu was still wondering what to use, he saw Pagaya's daughter, Conis.
Though still just a little girl, she looked like a tiny angel.
Yemu had a soft spot for her, and suddenly, inspiration struck.
He also remembered a manga he'd loved back on Earth—Claymore.
That's how the current figurehead was born.
Yemu, Enel, and Pagaya all loved the new design.
For Yemu, it was a small tribute to the world he came from. For Enel, it looked luxurious and divine—perfect for someone who called himself a god. And for Pagaya, it was deeply personal—his daughter was the muse.
"That's a beautiful name. So, who's writing it?"
"I'll do it. That's a captain's job."
Yemu took the paint Pagaya handed over without hesitation, flew up to the hull, and boldly scrawled the name.
Then he looked up at the pirate ship that would soon be his, feeling something strange welling up inside him—something hard to describe. He couldn't help but bow and speak softly to the ship.
"From now on, it's you and me. We'll sail the Grand Line and fight through the New World together. Let's make it count."
Enel burst into laughter at Yemu's odd gesture.
"Come on, Yemu. It's a ship. It can't hear you."
But Pagaya smiled warmly, happy to see Yemu caring so much for the ship he had built.
Yemu flew back down to the deck, took a deep breath, and with a shift in his entire presence, declared,
"Next... it's the era of the Sky Pirates."
"Grand Line—here we come."