The air in Cocoyasi Village hung thick, a storm caged in glass, Arlong Park's jagged silhouette gnashing at the twilight. Dust swirled, CRUNCH-SCRAPE!, under the Straw Hats' boots in the village square. Nojiko, Nami's blue-haired sister, planted her staff—WHIRL!—like a blade of thunder. Her eyes, sharp as shattered coral, sliced through the crew: Luffy's tattered hat, Zoro's bandaged scars, Sanji's glowing cig, Usopp's quaking knees, and Silas's glinting rings.
"OI, YOU FOOLS!" Nojiko bellowed, voice cutting like a reef's edge. "Arlong's a death trap! He'll chew you up and spit you out! LEAVE this broken town before you're fish bait!" Her stance roared defiance, staff gripped like a warrior's oath, daring them to argue or get SMACKED!
Luffy stepped forward, hat shadowing his eyes, face hard as granite. "I'm Monkey D. Luffy," he declared, voice low but BOOMING!, rattling the square, gulls shrieking SKRAAW! outside. "Nami's our nakama, our map-maker. We're here to CRUSH that Fishman jerk and bring her back!" His fists SLAM-SLAM!, eyes blazing like twin suns, no grin—just a captain's will, torching the dusk.
Nojiko's staff froze, eyes popping like cannonballs. "You're brainless, hat-idiot!" she snapped. "Arlong'll grind you to dust! Take your crew and SCRAM, or Nami's doomed!" Her voice CRACKED!, raw with dread, hands trembling with fear for her sister's fate if these lunatics stirred the shark's nest.
Sanji spun, cig flaring FWOOSH!, eyes heart-shaped. "Nami-lady's knights, at your service, fierce angel!" he crooned, voice dripping with drama. "Her radiant soul demands we fight!" His suit gleamed, bowing like a prince, dodging Nojiko's GLARE! that could scorch scales.
Zoro grunted, bandages SQUEAK-CRUNCH!, leaning on his katana. "Save the stick, lady. Nami's ours. Arlong's just another thug to slice." His swords flashed, pain lacing his growl, wounds screaming but his spirit itching for a brawl.
Usopp's knees SHIVER-WOBBLE!, slingshot flailing. "W-WE'RE STRAW HATS! LEGENDS!" he squeaked, eyes bugging out. "B-But, uh, maybe we could… talk it out?" His legs danced like jelly, but his heart roared for Nami.
Silas, red hair blazing like a desert blaze, met Nojiko's glare, tattoos pulsing like a sandstorm's heart. "You're scared for her. I get it," he said, voice steady as a sharpshooter's aim, rings FLASHING! like war drums. "But Nami's our family. We don't run." His words struck like a vow, cracking Nojiko's fury. She spun, boots STOMP-BANG!, snarling, "YOU'RE ALL MAD! You'll die!" She stormed to the clinic, leaving the crew's hearts THUMPING!, her fire matching their own.
"OI, THAT SISTER'S A TYPHOON!" Luffy roared, fist SMASHING! his palm, eyes fierce. "Nami's ours. We're saving her." Zoro smirked, "Tch, feisty. Arlong's toast." Sanji swooned, "Nami-lady's honor fuels my kicks!" Usopp wailed, "SHE'LL WHACK US ALL!" Silas glared at Arlong Park's shadow, mind racing—Nami's in deep. Time to settle the score.
Nojiko stormed back, lantern light flickering, SNAP-CRACK!, joining Genzo and Nako. "You call Nami family," she growled, voice rough as barnacles, "then listen—you can't win." The Straw Hats crowded in, floorboards CREAK-SNAP!, the clinic's scars—chipped walls, empty shelves—screaming Arlong's tyranny. Her words hit like a tidal wave, each one a gut-punch.
"Arlong's a beast," Nojiko hissed, voice sharp as a blade. "Ten times your strength, jaws that snap steel, laugh that freezes blood. He's crushed these islands for years, breaking ships like twigs. His crew's just as bad." Her eyes dared them to flinch.
"Hatchan's six arms wield swords heavier than you, hat-boy," she jabbed at Luffy, who grinned, unshaken. "He's Arlong's loyal blade, carving fools into sashimi."
"Kuroobi's Fishman karate hits like cannonfire," she snapped, voice like a whip. "His fists shatter bones, drowning men in their own blood."
"Chew's lips spit water bullets," she sneered, "fast as gunfire, hard as iron. He'll riddle you with holes before you blink."
"And Quadshot…" Nojiko's voice dropped, a chill in her tone. "Four arms, four flintlocks, each shot a death sentence. Arlong's sharpshooter never misses."
The air thickened, heavy as cannon smoke. Luffy tilted his hat back, eyes blazing with a captain's fury. "Strong? Don't care. I'll stretch him to the moon!" His voice THUNDERED!, shaking the village, his will a flare against Nojiko's warning. Villagers gasped, fear cracking under his radiance.
Zoro's scowl sharpened, wounds a faint hum against his hunger. "Six swords, karate, water bullets, four guns? My kind of party." His blades glinted, a smirk curling, a swordsman craving steel's song.
Sanji's cig flared, FWOOM!, passion igniting. "No fish-freak will chain Nami-lady!" His voice cracked, memories of hunger and shackles stirring. "I'll kick their fins to the All Blue!"
Usopp, SHIVER-SHIVER!, steadied his slingshot, voice trembling but rising. "I-I'm Captain Usopp! No four-armed shooter scares me! …Much!" His fear sparked into courage for his nakama.
Silas stood silent, tattoos roaring like a desert storm, Nojiko's words striking deep. His fingers grazed his flintlock, rings GLINTING! like warning shots. A memory surged, yanking him to a sun-scorched desert, his father's voice echoing through time.
Dust swirled, KICK-KICK!, around a young Silas, ten years old, clutching a wooden sword, sweat streaking his face. The sun glared, a harsh judge, as his father, a crimson-haired titan with a sabre, adjusted his stance. "The blade follows the heart, boy," he said, voice steady as stone. CLACK! Their swords met, Silas stumbling, THUD!, into the sand.
"Why train, Papa?" Silas gasped, wiping sweat. His father knelt, eyes like polished flint, a rare warmth breaking through. "To protect what's precious, son. Something bigger than you."
That night, by a campfire under star-scattered skies, his father's sabre gleamed. "Your grandfather said, 'If I die, I die chasing the sun.' He fell for a cause brighter than any storm." Silas's eyes widened, young and searching. "What's that mean, Papa?"
His father ruffled his hair, smiling. "You'll know when it's time. Strength is standing for others when you fall." He pointed to the horizon. "We fight so others don't have to. That's the way of the blade, the gun, the heart."
The memory faded, Cocoyasi's lantern glow returning. Silas's tattoos burned the sun tattoo over his heart pulsed, the warrior of liberation leaping free on his skin, urging him to fight., his father's words crashing like waves. Arlong's crew—Hatchan, Kuroobi, Chew, Quadshot—was a storm, but Nami was their sun, their nakama. Luffy's the core, but Nami's our star. His mind flashed to a burning village, screams of children he couldn't save, their trinkets—rings, necklaces—now his burden, his vow.
Arlong was like those pirates, crushing hope, caging the weak. Silas's eyes locked on Arlong Park's saw-toothed flag, a taunt against the sky. His tattoos flared, crimson as blood, the red fang pulsing. Father, you forged me for this. Three generations chased the sun. I won't break. His rage surged, a tyrant binding their nakama, like those who stole his mother, silenced those kids. "Arlong," he growled, voice a storm's rumble, "you're done." His flintlock twitched, sabre singing for blood. Nami's family. This time, I won't fail.