The sea burned red under the setting sun.
Galzburg Island was now a graveyard of warships — the water littered with debris, broken masts, and drifting Marine flags. The air still smelled of gunpowder and ash, and the cries of gulls echoed faintly over the silence.
Amid that silence, the Oro Jackson — once the ship of the Pirate King — cut through the waves again.
Her sails were no longer white and golden. They were black, bearing a crescent moon and a single name burned in silver across the main cloth.
NYX D. ADA.
The world thought the Oro Jackson would rest forever after Gol D. Roger's death.
That it would rot at the bottom of some hidden cove, a relic of a bygone dream.
But now, for the first time in years, the ship that once conquered the Grand Line sailed again — with a new captain standing at the helm.
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The deck was quiet, save for the sound of the ocean.
Ada stood at the wheel, her dress whipping in the wind. Behind her, the faint scars of battle still marked her hands, but her expression was calm — unnervingly so.
Below deck, Dracule Mihawk leaned against the rail, cleaning his sword, Yoru. Douglas Bullet, still bandaged from the earlier fight, sat cross-legged, eating noisily from a barrel of food.
"Never thought I'd see this ship move again," Bullet said between bites. "When word spread that Roger died, everyone thought the Oro Jackson would go with him. Guess the world was wrong."
Ada didn't turn around. "The world often is."
Mihawk spoke next, his voice as sharp as his blade. "You could've chosen any ship. Why bring back the Pirate King's?"
Ada's hands tightened on the wheel. "Because symbols matter. The world sees this ship and remembers the man who defied the World Government and conquered the Grand Line. Now, they'll learn to remember another name."
Mihawk raised a brow. "Yours?"
Ada's gaze didn't waver from the horizon. "No. Ours."
Bullet smirked. "Heh. Big words. You're planning to make the world fear that name?"
Ada turned her head slightly, a faint glint in her eye. "No. Not fear. Understand."
Ada stood at the helm, her gaze on the endless horizon. "Also, It's more than a ship. It's a promise — one I intend to fulfill."
Bullet glanced up. "And what promise is that?"
Ada turned slightly, her tone even. "To finish what Roger started — but in my own way. The world still needs to be broken before it can be rebuilt."
Bullet raised a brow. "You talk like you're a god."
She smirked faintly. "No. Just someone tired of watching men like gods rule."
Mihawk exhaled slowly, arms folded. "Then it seems this crew won't be chasing treasure."
"Treasure fades," Ada said. "But legacy remains."
The silence that followed was heavy — not uncomfortable, but charged.
The kind of silence that came before something historic.
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Marineford
The war room was filled with cigarette smoke and tension. The atmosphere inside the war room was suffocating. Stacks of reports and Den Den Mushi transmissions cluttered the table.
A fresh newspaper lay open, the front page emblazoned with a single photo. The Oro Jackson sailing under black sails.
A single headline lay open:
"THE ORO JACKSON RETURNS — UNDER A NEW FLAG."
Fleet Admiral Sengoku slammed his fist on the table hard enough to rattle the ink pots.
"Impossible! That ship should've vanished after Roger's execution!"
Vice Admiral Tsuru remained composed, scanning the report. "The witnesses are consistent. The sails bore a new insignia — a crescent moon and the name Nyx D. Ada."
Across the room, Sakazuki — then still a Vice Admiral — stood rigid, fists clenched. His voice was like molten stone.
"I've seen her power firsthand. She destroyed ten warships with ease at Galzburg. That's not a pirate — that's a natural disaster wearing human skin."
Sengoku's jaw tightened. "And now she sails the Oro Jackson. The symbolism alone will send half the seas into chaos."
Garp stood leaning against the window, arms crossed, eyes shadowed.
"I warned you," he said quietly. "You thought Roger's death would end the age of piracy. But that woman… she was always different. If Roger's will was freedom, hers is revolution."
Sengoku snapped, "Don't romanticize her, Garp! She's dangerous."
Garp's eyes flickered with something unreadable. "You think I don't know that? I fought her before. She doesn't fight for gold or fame — she fights to reshape the world itself. That's what makes her dangerous."
Tsuru set down the paper. "If she's forming a crew, we need to act now. Before her flag spreads."
Admiral Sakazuki, his jaw tight, growled from the corner. "That woman should've died with her captain. How many times do these pirates rise from the grave?"
Tsuru adjusted her glasses. "You fought her once, didn't you?"
Sakazuki's glare hardened. "Fought? She annihilated ten warships in minutes. Her power is unnatural."
Sengoku's tone darkened. "Then we can't treat her like any ordinary pirate. The Navy will classify her as a global threat — Only Admirals are authorized to engage."
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Holy Land Mariejois — The Room of the Five Elders
Golden light poured through the tall windows. The Five Elders sat in their circle of power, the newspaper spread before them. Their expressions were grave.
"So," one murmured, "the Pirate King's ship sails again."
Another adjusted his glasses. "The same woman — Ada. Former member of Roger's crew. A dangerous lineage. A D."
"She was with Rocks before that," said another, voice low. "A survivor of God Valley."
The oldest of them spoke, his tone dripping with disdain. "A woman who's seen two ages of pirates and lived through both. She's not just a survivor — she's a catalyst."
The elder with the scar across his face closed his eyes. "It's like a curse. Every time we think we've erased the D, they rise again — stronger."
"What of the Marines?" one asked. "Are they prepared?"
Sengoku's message had already arrived. The Elders read it in silence.
Then the oldest one leaned forward. "Keep your eyes on her. Ada's not Roger. She doesn't inspire hope — she breeds change. And change is more dangerous than any treasure."
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New World — Totto Land
The massive candy castle glimmered beneath a rainbow sky.
Big Mom lounged on her throne, surrounded by sweets and homies, a half-eaten cake resting beside her.
"Mama mama mama!" Her laughter shook the entire hall. "So the little Vice Captain lives! That Ada girl… I remember her well!"
Perospero, standing at her side, blinked. "Vice Captain? You mean she—?"
"Of course!" Big Mom cackled. "Back when I sailed with Rocks, she was just a shadow in the corner — quiet, but her eyes were sharper than Kaido's kanabo. After God Valley, she joined Roger. And now she takes his ship!"
Her eyes gleamed with hunger — not for food, but for chaos.
"The seas are stirring again. I can taste it."
Perospero flinched. "So she's back, Mama?"
Big Mom's grin widened. "Of course she is. The sea always brings the monsters back."
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The Moby Dick
The old man sat in his chair, the newspaper trembling slightly in his massive hands.
Marco approached cautiously. "Pops?"
Whitebeard stared at the photo — the image of the black ship and Ada's figure standing at the bow.
For a long moment, he didn't speak. Then he laughed, deep and thundering.
"Gurararara! So, she finally took the helm herself. That woman always had the fire for it."
Marco smiled faintly. "Think she'll cause trouble?"
Whitebeard grinned. "Trouble? She is trouble. But the sea feels alive again, doesn't it?"
He took a long drink from his sake cup. "She's not chasing Roger's dream. She's chasing her own."
Marco frowned. "Should we be worried?"
Whitebeard grinned, showing his teeth. "Worried? No. Excited. The seas have been too quiet."
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Aboard the black-sailed Oro Jackson, the newly formed Nyx Pirates gathered beneath the starlight.
The ship glided through calm waters, the crescent moon reflected on its polished hull.
Mihawk sat cross-legged, polishing Yoru. "The whole world is watching now," he said. "Your name is on every paper."
Bullet scoffed. "Good. Let them watch. About time someone gave them something to fear."
Ada stood at the bow, silent, her dress fluttering in the wind. Her expression didn't change, but her eyes seemed distant — watching something beyond the stars themselves.
"The world's watching," she said softly. "But they don't understand yet."
Mihawk looked up. "Understand what?"
Ada turned, her silver eyes glinting in the moonlight. "That this isn't Roger's second coming. This is the beginning of something else entirely."
Bullet leaned forward. "You talk like you've got a plan."
Ada smirked faintly. "I do. But plans need people — people who believe the world can be reshaped, not ruled."
Mihawk chuckled lowly. "You'll find few of those."
"Then I'll make them," Ada replied.
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The waves grew rough as a storm began to brew.
Lightning flashed across the horizon, illuminating her silhouette — a woman who had sailed under Rocks, fought beside Roger, and now stood ready to carve her own age from the bones of the last.
Thunder rolled, echoing her words.
"Roger's dream lit the fire," Ada said. "But dreams burn out. I'll forge the night that follows."
Mihawk tilted his head slightly. "The night, huh? That's why you called it the Nyx Pirates?"
Ada smiled faintly — a rare, almost human softness breaking through her usual composure.
"Nyx means more than my name. It means rebirth through darkness. The calm after the storm."
Bullet laughed. "Hah! Sounds poetic for a pirate."
Ada turned toward him, the wind whipping her hair across her face. "I'm not a pirate anymore, Bullet. I'm a force."
For a moment, no one spoke. Then Mihawk's eyes softened, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "Then let's see what kind of force the world can withstand."
Ada stepped forward to the edge of the bow, raising her hand toward the storm ahead.
"Set course for the New World," she commanded. "The age of the Nyx Pirates begins now."
The ship surged forward as lightning split the sky — the black sails glowing with the reflection of the moon.
From that night on, whispers spread across every sea — about the woman who took the Pirate King's ship and dared to command it in her own name.
The World Government called her a threat.
The Marines called her a demon.
But to the people who had suffered under the weight of kings and gods —
She was a promise.