Echoes of Fate

Boom!

A thunderous crash tore across the sea.

"Hold steady!"

Rayleigh barked as he drew his sword.

A fierce crescent of sword energy swept out, slashing hard into the waves below.

Gaban crossed his twin axes, Armament Haki surging as he stood at the bow like an iron tower.

"Break!"

His Haki became a shock wave that slammed into the sea.

The other officers struck at once, blades, axes, and spears crashing down together.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three successive blows cushioned their fall, sending white spray skyward.

The Oro Jackson hit the Blue Sea like a meteor.

The surface caved in.

A vast crater opened beneath the ship, and towering waves exploded outward.

The hull let out a piercing groan.

The keel shuddered, and the masts swayed violently.

Without those three Haki-charged blows to bleed off the force—

The impact would have torn the entire ship apart.

The white spray slowly fell back.

Water crashed onto the deck.

Only then did everyone truly realize—

They had survived.

The deck was a wreck.

Buggy clung to the railing, his face deathly pale and his lips trembling.

"We... we made it..."

"I'm never going up into the sky again..."

Shanks was still catching his breath, but his face shone with youthful excitement.

"I thought it was pretty thrilling."

Buggy whipped around and yelled, "Thrilling, my ass! You were shaking too!"

"That was the wind!"

The crew gradually found their footing.

Some collapsed onto the deck. Others still gripped their weapons and refused to let go.

They had fallen straight from the White Sea to the Blue Sea.

That weightlessness, that brush with death—none of them would ever forget it.

Roger stood at the bow and looked up at the sky.

The clouds had settled, as though nothing had happened.

But he knew