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The Cove – Isolated Beach
Bonney had just spotted the second raft approaching. Her heart leapt in her chest.
'Trafalgar Law? And the other one... Dracule Mihawk?! What the hell are they doing together—and here of all places?!'
A brief but intense wave of panic surged through her. Marines on one side, and on the other, two of the most dangerous and unpredictable pirates in the New World.
No choice. Her original plan still held: steal the raft already there and escape before they made landfall. She rushed to the craft, her nimble fingers already working at the rough mooring knot.
That's when a blinding flash of light struck the sand just meters from her, spraying a searing burst of heat. Bonney threw up her arm to shield her face, stumbling back instinctively.
"Halt, Jewelry Bonney!"
A towering man, clad in the pristine uniform of a Vice Admiral, was descending the steep path. His square face was crossed by a scar over his left eye, now hidden beneath a black eyepatch. In his right hand, he held not a sword, but a strange metallic staff tipped with a glowing crystal sphere pulsing with intense light.
Vice Admiral Gauss. His reputation—fruit of a Devil Fruit that allowed him to manipulate concentrated pure light—preceded him.
"Your days on the run are over. The Reprisal Order is in effect. Come quietly."
Bonney froze, heart pounding.
The Reprisal Order. The Government's disguised death sentence for those who knew too much or refused to submit.
'Dad... This is because of you. Because of what they did to you.'
The fear was wiped away by a sudden, searing rage. She stood tall.
"Quietly? You serious, you fossil? I just got free!" She raised her hands, palms open toward Gauss. "You wanna play? LET'S PLAY!"
A surge of intense pink energy radiated from her palms. Gauss dodged with surprising speed for his size. The aging beam grazed only his sleeve—instantly turning it to crumbling, dusty rags.
"Insolent brat!" he roared. He raised his staff. The crystal sphere blazed.
"Photon Burst!"
A beam of pure light, dense and searing like a miniature sun, shot toward Bonney. She dove sideways, rolling through the hot sand. The blast struck where she had just been, vaporizing sand into a cloud of molten glass and gouging a shallow crater. The heat was unbearable.
Bonney scrambled to her feet, panting.
She fired another ray, aiming for his legs. Gauss parried with alarming precision, using his staff as a reflective shield. The aging light scattered, harmless. He countered immediately.
"Solar Flare!"
Not a destructive beam this time, but a blinding explosion of white light that filled the cove. Bonney screamed, covering her eyes, disoriented. She stumbled, dropping to her knees in the sand.
"Too easy," Gauss growled, advancing with his staff leveled. "You're just a lost child playing with powers she doesn't understand. Your father should've raised you better."
The mention of her father hit like a dagger.
"DON'T TALK ABOUT HIM!"
She surged up in a desperate lunge, firing a twin burst of pink energy blindly toward the voice.
Gauss scoffed. "Blind and furious. Pathetic." He lifted his staff to absorb or deflect the attack.
But Bonney hadn't aimed at Gauss. She'd aimed at the sand in front of him—and the cliff behind.
The sand struck by the first beam aged millennia in an instant, turning into unstable, choking dust. The cliff hit by the second beam reverted violently, its geological layers unraveling in temporal chaos, triggering a sudden landslide of unstable rocks and fresh soil.
"What—?!" Gauss, caught off guard by the indirect strike, was engulfed in the cloud of ancient dust and pelted by tumbling stones. He raised his staff, trying to form a light shield, but the dust clogged his vision and focus. A rock the size of a barrel smashed into his shoulder with a sickening crunch. He roared in pain and fury.
Bonney seized the chaos. She staggered to her feet and ran, stumbling toward the stolen raft, her teary, burning eyes seeing only blurs. Her side throbbed where the earlier beam had grazed her. Her eyes screamed in pain.
She reached the water's edge, tripped, and collapsed into the foam. The raft was there—so close—but the world spun. She heard shouting behind her, through the fading dust cloud. Not just Gauss's furious voice. Other voices. Marines. They'd followed the fight. They were coming.
She tried to rise, but her legs gave out. She collapsed onto the cold, damp sand, gasping, eyes shut against pain and lingering light. Footsteps approached—fast, many. She heard them form a semicircle around her, weapons drawn. She felt the cold press of a pistol barrel against her temple.
"It's over, Bonney," Gauss growled. He stepped from the clearing dust, his shoulder twisted, his uniform in tatters and coated in dirt—but still standing, staff pointed at her.
"Surrender. Or die here."
Bonney clenched her fists, sand sticking to her palms.
That's when a voice rang out from the sea—calm, deep.
"This appears to be... an awkward situation."
All heads turned—including Bonney, who forced her scorched eyes open.
A raft had just gently beached on the shore, only a few meters away.
Dracule Mihawk stepped onto the sand. His gaze swept the scene: alert Marines, a wounded but furious Gauss, Bonney lying in the sand. Trafalgar Law followed, more slowly.
Mihawk placed his hand on the hilt of Yoru, still sheathed. His eyes lingered on Bonney, then rose to meet Gauss's.
"Do you require assistance, Jewelry Bonney?"