Below him on the green lawn of the deck, the rest of the crew was in a state of restless preparation.

Luffy sat on his favorite spot—the figurehead of the ship. He wasn't smiling. His straw hat was pulled low, shadowing his eyes, while his fingers absently traced the deep, X-shaped scar on his chest.

"We aren't changing course," Luffy said. He didn't turn around. His voice was quiet, but it carried across the entire deck.

Robin looked up from her book, a faint, knowing smile gracing her lips. "Legend says a massive island once floated here, carrying the ruins of a lost civilization from the Void Century. If the magnetic field is this strong, the island might still be there, hidden just beyond the storm."

"I shall compose a symphony for the storm!" Brook exclaimed, pulling out his violin and drawing the bow across the strings to play a haunting, upbeat melody that defied the dark skies.

"There's something there," Luffy replied, finally turning his head. A fierce, unmistakable grin broke across his face, stretching from ear to ear. "The Log Pose is pointing at it because that's where the biggest adventure is. I can feel it."

Franky hammered a fist against his metal chest, striking a pose. "A floating island of ancient tech? That sounds SUPER! Count me in!"

The salt air of the New World was thick, heavy with the scent of an approaching storm that turned the horizon the color of a fresh bruise. On the deck of the Thousand Sunny, the atmosphere was uncharacteristically quiet.