On the shore of a deserted island.
Night deepened.
Waves crashed against the reefs, and the salty, damp sea breeze swept sparks across the beach.
The bonfire burned fiercely.
Firewood crackled continuously in the flames, and the orange-red glow lit up the entire coastline.
The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, roasted meat, and sea salt.
The once desolate, lonely island now resembled a lively celebration.
"Hahahaha—another barrel!!!"
A familiar burst of laughter rang out.
Enel stood atop an overturned wine barrel, hands on his hips, his head swaying wildly to the rhythm of the music.
His long earlobes swung back and forth, and he was practically beside himself with excitement.
"Captain, catch—!"
Someone beside him tossed over an entire roasted beast leg.
Enel caught it with one hand and immediately took a huge bite.
"Hm?!"
The next second, his eyes lit up.
"This meat is pretty good!"
"Hahahaha—!"
He kept gnawing on the meat while continuing to dance wildly.
His movements had no order to them whatsoever, yet somehow carried a cheerful rhythm.
The surrounding crew members were swept up by his enthusiasm.
Some slapped the tables.
Some clinked wine barrels together.
Others had already begun dancing along with him.
"Captain! Do another one!!!"
"Hahahaha—do the White Tiger Dance!!!"
"Tonight, we don't sleep until we're drunk—!!!"
The firelight illuminated young, uninhibited faces.
They were adventurers drawn together by the sea.
They fought, and they hunted for treasure.
They also mercilessly took down pirates whenever they saw injustice.
Their lives were a complete mess, yet they were exceptionally free.
Not far away, a purple-haired young man leaned against a wooden crate.
He did not join the crazed revelry, merely watching it all in silence.
He had a sturdy build and broad shoulders.
Under the firelight, the contours of