The Oro Jackson swayed lazily on the calm waters of the West Blue, its deck alive with the chaotic joy of a pirate feast. The Roger Pirates roared with laughter, sake barrels rolled between their feet, and the sweet scent of grilled sea king meat wafted through the salty air.
The sky blushed orange and lavender, and the sea mirrored the colors like an obedient servant. The Roger Pirates, in their drunken revelry, had transformed the deck into a battlefield of merriment. Plates clattered, music blared from a three-man band in the corner, and someone was juggling knives far too close to the captain.
Among the chaos, a short, scruffy man with wild hair and flushed cheeks—Doringo—staggered through mountains of gold, gems, and stolen World Noble treasures. Clutching a bottle in one hand and a sheathed sword in the other, he suddenly stopped, eyes going wide.
He let out a loud, slurred yell.
"Heeeyyy, Captain!! LOOK what I found!!"
Roger, seated cross-legged atop a barrel and swaying slightly, turned his head with a slow grin. His face was red, his eyes hazy. "WhAt… what've you found, Doringo?"
Doringo stumbled up to him, nearly tripping over a silver statue of a Celestial Dragon. "Look, look!" he said, thrusting the sword forward. "I found that crazy woman's sword!"
The entire crew quieted slightly as Roger leaned in, eyes falling on the weapon. The sheath shimmered white and gold, its surface inlaid with glinting diamonds. The hilt, though elegant, pulsed faintly with something… alive.
Rayleigh let out a low whistle and stood up, brushing off his coat. "Hiru… that's one hell of a sword. A Cursed Supreme Grade Black Bl—"
"It's somehow eaten the Mythical Zoan Ryu Ryu no Mi, Model: White Dragon," Scopper Gabban interrupted, his voice hushed but firm.
Roger burst into thunderous laughter. "Wahahaha!!" He pointed at Doringo, sloshing his drink as he shouted, "Well done, Doringo! It's yours to keep!!"
Doringo blinked. "But Captain… it's the strongest—"
"WAHAHAHA!" Roger interrupted again, already ignoring him and taking another huge swig from his gourd.
The rest of the crew, who'd been watching with wide eyes and twitching fingers, suddenly exploded into movement—dozens of drunken pirates surged toward the towering heap of treasure, shouting and diving in, desperate to find a prize even half as good as Doringo's.
The Oro Jackson shook with drunken cheers as the crew dove into their mountain of treasure, shouting, laughing, and grabbing whatever glittered the most. Gold spilled everywhere, mugs clanked, and two pirates—Ganryu and Donquino—wrestled over a giant ruby like it was the last piece of meat on the ship. Rangram barked a laugh as he uncovered a scepter topped with a glowing opal, only for Jacksonbanner to lunge for it, the two spinning into a scuffle that knocked over an entire barrel of sake. "Back off, scepter's mine!" Rangram growled.
Ganryu—muscular and imposing—glared across the scattered relics at CB Gallant, his grip tightening on a ring etched with cryptic symbols. The air thickened with rivalry before they both lunged, toppling a pile of coins as they wrestled fiercely like cornered beasts. Nearby, Rangram hoisted a battered helmet high with a triumphant roar, only to have it snatched away by the quick and cunning Spencer, who darted off with a mischievous grin. Not far off, Moon Isaac Jr. whooped in excitement as he uncovered a rusted pistol engraved with the name of a forgotten Marine Admiral, while Jacksonbanner and Bankuro almost came to blows over a jet-black idol rumored to bring fortune in battle.
Deciding to test his luck the Roger Pirate's massive Fishman Sunbell, wobbled drunkenly through the piles, eyes half-lidded, searching for something shiny—or maybe just looking for a place to nap.
Suddenly, his webbed hand hit something solid. Something plain.
He blinked. Then he opened the chest.
A high-pitched, shrill AAAAHHHH!! cut through the raucous noise.
Everyone froze, turning to stare at the towering Fishman clutching the open chest with trembling fingers.
Roger blinked, mid-drink. "Sunbell?! You still breathing? You okay there, fish-fingers?"
Sunbell swallowed, voice cracking slightly. "H-Hey, Captain..."
Roger raised an eyebrow, trying to steady himself on his barrel throne. "Well? What is it? You better not be telling me another damn crab's got your tongue."
Sunbell slowly turned the chest so everyone could see.
"I found… another one."
Roger's drunken grin faltered. "Another what?"
Sunbell's eyes darted nervously. "Another kid… in a chest."
SPLOOSH.
Every pirate drinking in the area spat out their booze, coughing and spluttering in disbelief.
Rayleigh choked on his sake. Gabban froze mid-sip, eyes wide.
Roger stood, swaying. "Bring the baby here."
Sunbell carefully lifted the infant from the chest, gently cradling the tiny bundle wrapped in cloth.
Without hesitation, he tossed the empty chest back into the treasure pile and waddled over.
Roger caught the baby, grinning as he rocked it in his arms. Immediately, he reached for his sake bottle.
"Time for your first drink, kiddo—"
"ROGER!!" Gabban shouted, snatching the bottle just before it touched the baby's lips. "It's a baby, not a crew member yet!"
Roger blinked, sheepish. "What? We started 'em young with the other one!"
Murmurs rose around the deck.
"Two babies… in two chests, same day?"
"What are the chances?"
"Are we cursed or blessed?"
"If there's a whole family in there, I'm off the crew."
Then Yui, still tipsy, wandered over and peered into the tossed-aside chest.
"Oh hey, there's a piece of paper in here," he slurred, pulling out a faded, folded parchment.
All eyes turned toward him.
Rayleigh locked eyes with Gabban, both suddenly tense.
"Yui," Rayleigh said quietly, "don't say it out loud."
Too late.
Yui shouted at the top of his lungs: "It says 'Rocks D. Figarland Tiber, son of Rocks D. Xebec and Figarland Althea.'"
Silence swallowed the deck.
Roger, who had been bouncing the baby happily, caught him mid-toss, his face going stone cold.
"His son..." he whispered.
The crew stood frozen, the weight of the moment settling hard.
Then—
"Wait!" Doringo suddenly slurred, eyes wide with realization. "Do I have to give the sword back now?"
Every head whipped toward him.
Doringo swayed slightly, grinning drunkenly. "I mean, it's his mom's sword, right?"
No one answered.
After a long pause, his grin grew wider.
"Wait, I have an idea."
The entire crew turned toward him.
Doringo raised a finger dramatically.
"Let's kill it."
A stunned silence followed.
Then some mouths dropped open.
Doringo grinned like a madman. "That solves both our problems! The bloodline ends, and I get to keep the sword."
Everyone just stared.
Rayleigh sighed. Gabban pinched his temple.
"We need to fix this before he says something else."
Doringo, still swaying, shrugged proudly. "I'm a genius, A GENIUS!.",
Roger stared at the baby again, this time with something deeper than surprise in his gaze. The baby stirred slightly in his arms, completely unaware of the chaos he had just caused.