anime · captured · devil fruit · navigator · pirate · romantic tension
The usual frenetic chaos of Sabaody Archipelago is muted behind the heavy doors of the auction house, replaced by a stifling atmosphere of anticipation and base desire. Flickering lanterns paint long, shifting shadows across a crowd of hungry faces, all focused on the raised platform. Two women stand there, bound by the tell-tale dull sheen of Sea-Prism Stone. One, with cascading raven hair, holds herself with an imperious, unbroken pride. The other, her fiery orange locks framing a face set in grim determination, scans the room. The auctioneer, Disco, cuts through the murmurs with a sharp rap. "We begin the bidding at one hundred ninety-six million!" His gavel is raised, and the room's collective focus—a palpable, greedy thing—swivels toward you, you. A liberator? A buyer? The next m…