The Cocoyasi sky burned red, a fiery wound torn across the dusk. Arlong Park loomed, its jagged spires like a shark's teeth gnashing at the heavens, its walls scarred by cannon fire and stained with the fear of Cocoyasi's people. Dust swirled—WHOOSH!—as Nami stood alone, a lone spark against a typhoon. In her trembling hands, a sack sagged with 100 million berries, eight years of blood, sweat, and stolen dreams. Her eyes, sharp as a sextant's needle, glimmered with fragile hope, only to crash against Arlong's serrated sneer.
"NAMI!" His voice BOOMED!, a tidal wave of mockery, as he snatched the sack—RIIIP!—berries spilling like broken promises. "You thought I'd free your pathetic village? HA! Humans are tools, and this island's MINE!" The Arlong Pirates roared—GYAHAHA!—their laughter a venomous current, webbed claws clapping—SLAP-SLAP!—as villagers shrank back, hope snuffed like a candle in a squall.
Nami's knees buckled—THUD!—her heart a shipwreck. Eight years of heists, of lies, of Bell-mere's fading smile, crumbled to ash. Tears, chained since that blood-soaked day, broke free—DRIP, DRIP!—carving rivers down her cheeks. "It was… for nothing…" Her whisper was a ghost, lost in the wind.
ZOOM! The Straw Hats burst into the clearing, boots pounding—STOMP-STOMP!—dust spiraling like a dragon's breath. Luffy's straw hat shadowed his eyes, fists CLENCHED!—CRACK!—a storm brewing in his silence. Zoro's swords gleamed—SHING!—his grin sharp as Wado Ichimonji. Sanji's cigarette flared—FWOOSH!—his heart a blazing furnace. Usopp's slingshot wobbled—SHAKE!—but his eyes burned with a sniper's nerve. Silas, red hair aflame like a desert dawn, stood tall, tattoos pulsing under his shirt like a war drum.
The Arlong Pirates froze, their laughter choked—SILENCE! Arlong's sawfish snout twitched, eyes narrowing like crescent moons—GRRR! "Who're these human rats crashing my turf?" His voice boomed, jagged teeth flashing—SNAP! "Straw Hat? You're chum for daring to step here!" Hatchan's six arms spun his swords—WHIRL-WHIRL!—his octopus grin wide and mocking. "Oi, oi, three toothpicks on that green-hair? GYAHA! You'll be fish food, swordsman!" Kuroobi's fins flared, fists smashing—BOOM! "A cook and a trembling sniper? I'll crush your bones like coral!" Chew spat a water bullet into the dirt—SPLASH!—lips curling. "Tch, human wannabe pirates? You'll drown before dawn!" Quadshot's four arms cocked his flintlocks—CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK!—his sneer vicious, eyes locked on Silas. "Red-hair! Think you're tough? I'll blast your skull to the reef, runt!"
The Straw Hats stood silent, their gazes steady as a smoldering flame. Luffy's eyes burned beneath his hat, unyielding as the sea. Zoro's fingers tightened on his swords—CLINK!—his jaw set, a swordsman's resolve cutting through the mockery. Sanji's cigarette glowed brighter—FZZT!—his glare a furnace ready to ignite. Silas's tattoos pulsed, the sun on his chest blazing like a defiant star, his sabre and flintlock steady as he stared down Quadshot's sneer. Usopp, though, trembled—SHAKE-SHAKE!—his slingshot rattling, knees wobbling, yet his eyes held a flicker of defiance despite his fear.
Nami's head snapped up, tears catching the crew's silhouettes against the crimson sky. Why are they here? Her heart screamed to shove them away, to shield them from Arlong's jaws. She staggered up, fists balled—CLENCH!—voice cracking like a shattered mast. "I DON'T NEED YOU MORONS!" she yelled, shoving Luffy's chest—THUMP! "This is MY fight! SCRAM!" Her words trembled, tears betraying the lie, her body shaking under eight years of chains.
The Arlong Pirates cackled, a chorus of cruelty. "Look at her, bawling like a baby!" a minion jeered, scales glinting—FLASH!—as he slapped a webbed palm—WHACK! Hatchan's six swords spun—WHIRL!—his chuckle grating. "Oi, Nami, thought you'd outsmart Arlong? You're fish bait!" Kuroobi's fists cracked—BOOM!—his sneer cold as deep-sea stone. "Humans break like twigs." Chew puckered, spitting a water bullet—SPLASH!—grinning. "Crawl home, thief!" Quadshot's flintlocks gleamed—CLICK-CLICK!—his laugh a jagged blade. "Keep sobbing, girl! You're Arlong's slave forever!"
Nami's mask shattered—CRASH! She yanked a knife from her belt—SHINK!—eyes wild, reflecting the crimson sky. Arlong's sawfish tattoo glared from her arm, a shackle seared into her skin. "I HATE THIS!" she screamed, voice a storm's howl, raw and ragged. The knife slashed—SLASH-SLASH!—blood spraying—SPLATTER!—each cut a desperate bid to erase eight years of chains. "I HATE IT!" Her cries tore through Cocoyasi, villagers frozen, their gasps swallowed by the weight of her anguish.
The Arlong Pirates howled—GYAHAHA! A minion cackled, webbed feet stomping—THUD! "She's lost it!" Hatchan's swords twirled—WHIRL! "Cut it off, Nami! You're ours forever!" Kuroobi's sneer deepened, fists tightening—CRACK! "Weak blood, weak spirit." Chew spat—SPLASH!—lips curling. "Keep crying, thief!" Quadshot's flintlocks spun—CLICK-CLICK!—his voice booming. "Carve all you want, girl! Arlong's mark owns you!"
Luffy lunged, hand SNAPPING! around Nami's wrist—GRAB!—stopping the blade. "NAMI!" His voice thundered—BOOM!—a captain's beacon, shaking the earth. The knife fell—CLANG!—and Nami collapsed into him, sobs breaking free like a tidal wave. Zoro's grip tightened on Wado Ichimonji—CLINK!—his jaw set, eyes flickering with a swordsman's silent vow. Sanji's cigarette dropped, ember hissing—FZZT!—hands clenched, heart swearing vengeance for Nami-lady. Usopp's slingshot trembled—SHAKE!—but he stepped closer, whispering, "We've got you, Nami…" Silas's tattoos blazed, sabre steady—SHING!—his resolve a flame against Arlong's shadow.
"Luffy…" Nami whispered, voice a fragile thread, "…help me…"
Luffy's eyes blazed, fierce as the dawn, locking onto Nami's trembling gaze. He lifted his straw hat, placing it gently on her head—PLOP!—its brim a shield for her tears. "Nami," he said, voice low but steady, cutting through the storm of her sobs. "I'm gonna help you. We're smashing Arlong Park to bits." His words were a vow, unshakable as the tides.
Silas's heart surged, Nami's plea igniting a spark in his soul. His fingers traced his tattoos—over his heart, a sun cradled a figure with sabre and flintlock; on his stomach, the Warrior of Liberation danced, free as a god. The ink glowed like the sun's defiant flame, a beacon against Arlong's tyranny. "ARLONG!" he roared, sabre flashing—SHING!—flintlock cocked—CLICK! "You and Quadshot face a bloodline born to burn!" His eyes met Quadshot's sneering glare, a challenge to break his reign.
Zoro's blades clinked—CLANK!—his grin razor-sharp. "Fish-bastards, you mocked our navigator? I'll slice your empire to scraps!" Sanji's cig flared—FWOOSH!—eyes blazing. "You made Nami-lady cry? I'll grill your hides and feed 'em to the sharks!" Usopp's slingshot steadied—SNAP!—voice soaring. "I'm the Great Captain Usopp! Hurt Nami? My Fire Star'll burn you to Fishman Island!" The Straw Hats charged—STOMP-STOMP!—Nami clutching Luffy's hat, tears drying under its brim. Villagers stirred, whispers rising—"Straw Hat… they're fighting for us?"—a spark of hope flickering like stars in a storm. Arlong Park's flag waved, daring them. War had begun.