Foosha Village, East Blue.
The first thing Luffy felt was warmth.
Soft sand pressed against his back, the cries of gulls overhead. The gentle lap of waves brushed his legs like an old friend's greeting. For a moment, he didn't move—just breathed in the scent of salt and sun and memory.
He had woken up before to skies like this, long ago. But back then the light had felt new. Now it felt like mercy.
When he finally sat up, he saw the small cove, the green cliffs, the familiar crooked trees that clung to the shoreline. His heart jumped in his chest.
Foosha Village.
The world hadn't lied. They'd really gone back.
Luffy stood, brushing sand off his shorts, his hat dangling loosely from one hand. It was spotless again. No scorch marks, no blood. Only the weight of everything that had happened clinging to the edges of his thoughts.
"Guess I really did it," he muttered, grinning. "Heh. Thanks, Will of D, or whatever you are."
He turned toward the distant roofs of the village. Smoke rose from Makino's bar chimney, lazy and silver. Somewhere, a dog barked. Ordinary sounds. Peaceful sounds. It was enough to make his throat ache.
He started walking.
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The streets were the same dusty paths he remembered. The old men playing cards outside the grocer's. The fishmonger's stall where he used to steal lunch. The little kid chasing a chicken through the mud.
Everything smelled of salt and stew and home.
Makino looked up from sweeping the bar porch and froze, eyes wide.
"Luffy?"
He grinned, waving with exaggerated cheer. "Yo, Makino! Miss me?"
She dropped the broom and ran to him before she could think, hugging him tightly. He laughed awkwardly, patting her shoulder. She pulled back just enough to glare.
"You've been gone for weeks! You said you'd only be gone a few days to 'test your sea legs!' Do you have any idea how worried everyone was?"
Luffy scratched the back of his head. "Eheh… sorry. Got a little lost."
"A little?" She sighed but smiled. "You haven't changed at all."
He didn't answer that. Because he had changed — in every way that mattered.
Inside the bar, she poured him a drink and chattered about village gossip: new fishing routes, bandits seen in the next town, Mayor Woop Slap's latest complaints. Luffy listened quietly, smiling in all the right places, storing away every ordinary sound and word.
For once, he wasn't in a rush to leave.
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When Makino turned to clean a table, the world sharpened.
He hadn't meant to use Observation Haki; it came on its own, a whisper through the noise.
Heartbeat after heartbeat. The flutter of wings. The laughter of children. And—far away, beyond the horizon—a flicker. Familiar. Warm. A memory with breath.
Nami?
The connection vanished as quickly as it came, like foam dissolving on a wave. But it was enough to make his chest tighten with hope.
"Guess you're out there somewhere," he murmured, eyes glinting. "Hang on."
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By afternoon, Luffy climbed the path to the high cliff that overlooked the sea. The wind was strong here, snapping at his vest. Below, the ocean stretched endless and blue.
He set his hat down in front of him and sat cross-legged.
"Hey, Shanks."
Silence answered, broken only by the gulls.
"You said this hat was your treasure, right? I kept it safe… mostly."
He laughed softly. "I saw you again, you know. Out there. You were smiling."
He clenched his fists. "I didn't make it last time. We all fell short. But I'm not done. I'll make it right—every fight, every friend we lost. I swear it."
The horizon shimmered with golden light. For a heartbeat, he thought he saw a figure on a distant ship—red hair catching the sun. But when he blinked, it was gone.
Still, the warmth lingered.
"Yeah," Luffy said, standing. "See you soon, old man."
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The forest road smelled of pine and gunpowder. Dadan's shack was exactly where it always was—half-hidden behind vines, half-falling apart.
"Oi! Dadan!" Luffy shouted.
The door slammed open. A massive woman with wild hair stormed out, brandishing a frying pan.
"You little brat! You disappear for weeks and now you just yell at my door—!"
She stopped mid-rant, blinking. "Huh. You look… different."
Luffy grinned. "Do I? I feel the same."
"You grew an inch, maybe. Still a troublemaker." She sniffed. "What, you want dinner?"
"Always!"
The exchange rolled naturally into their old rhythm—yelling, scolding, laughter echoing through the trees. But beneath the jokes, Luffy watched her carefully. He remembered the years she hid her pride behind shouting. He remembered Ace and Sabo, and how she cried when they left.
That memory hurt more now than it ever did.
During dinner, she eyed him across the table.
"So, planning to sail off again?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Gotta become Pirate King, after all."
"Hmph. You and that damn dream."
"This time, I know how far it goes."
Something in his voice made her pause. For the first time, she saw not the reckless boy she raised, but a young man whose eyes held entire storms.
"Just come back alive," she muttered.
He smiled. "Promise."
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By nightfall, Luffy returned to the shore. Stars painted the sky; the moon shimmered on the water.
He found the old barrel half-buried near the dock, its wood cracked from age. The same one he once used to set sail.
He spent an hour fixing it with nails and rope, humming a tune Brook had once played. When it floated again, he placed it on the waves like an offering.
"Alright, old friend," he said. "Let's try this again."
The tide took it gently, bobbing toward the open sea.
Luffy stared after it, hands in his pockets. "The sea remembers me," he whispered.
Then he laughed, loud and free. The sound rolled across the waves like thunder.
"I'm Monkey D. Luffy! And this time, I'm bringing everyone home!"
The wind caught his hat; he pressed it down and grinned into the starlight. Somewhere far beyond the horizon, a faint voice answered—a whisper, soft and trembling.
Luffy…?
He froze. The voice faded, but his smile widened.
"Guess that's my navigator."
He stepped onto his small boat, the oars creaking, the sea alive beneath him.
The first voyage had begun with laughter and dreams.
The second began with memories and resolve.
Either way, the world was about to change again.
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End of Chapter 2 – Return of the Captain