It was escape .
The air on the Thousand Sunny was thick with the scent of salt and the distant rumble of an island they’d just escaped. Usopp was stitching a gash in the mainsail, Chopper was restocking bandages, and Sanji was barking orders from the galley.
And as the Sunny plunged into the dark, Luffy’s shadow—with its small, wiry frame—seemed for just a second to ripple and swell. A giant. A king. A rubber man who refused to break.
He looked up. His face split into that wide, goofy grin. The one that never changed, whether he was a boy in Foosha Village or the Emperor who punched a Yonko.
“Gomu Gomu no…”
It was escape .
The air on the Thousand Sunny was thick with the scent of salt and the distant rumble of an island they’d just escaped. Usopp was stitching a gash in the mainsail, Chopper was restocking bandages, and Sanji was barking orders from the galley. gear fourth
And as the Sunny plunged into the dark, Luffy’s shadow—with its small, wiry frame—seemed for just a second to ripple and swell. A giant. A king. A rubber man who refused to break. It was escape
He looked up. His face split into that wide, goofy grin. The one that never changed, whether he was a boy in Foosha Village or the Emperor who punched a Yonko. Chopper was restocking bandages
“Gomu Gomu no…”