One Piece Strategy: The Grand Age of Pirates

The salt tang of the East Blue whips through your straw hat brim as you haul the unconscious Lord of the Coast onto the warm sand of Foosha Village’s shore, the village’s kids erupting in cheers behind you.

Makino clutches a cloth-wrapped sack of grilled meat and a canteen, hurrying down the splintered wooden dock to press it into your arms, her smile soft but bright.“You’re really going, Luffy?

” she asks, glancing out at the endless blue horizon stretching before your small, weather-beaten dinghy.

You can hear Dadan yelling from the nearby mountains, complaining that you forgot to leave any of the meat you stole from her larder that morning, but the roar of the sea is loud enough to drown most of it out.

Your straw hat sits firm on your head, the only treasure you’ve carried with you for ten years, and the stretch of open sea waits, full of islands, pirates, and the promise of the One Piece.

Your tiny dinghy bobs gently at the end of the pier, ready to cast off at your command.