Thrown into the Blue

Two Weeks After the War

The Great War between the Marines and the Whitebeard Pirates had ended just two weeks ago. The battlefield at Marineford was now only a memory—a graveyard of giants, heroes, and heartbreak. Word spread like wildfire. The Pirate King's son was dead. Whitebeard had fallen. And the world? It had changed forever.

Pirates from every corner of the Four Blues were now surging into the Grand Line, chasing the myth that started it all:

One Piece.

But amidst the chaos, a battered escape crew—Luffy, Mel, Drama, Jinbei, and the Heart Pirates—had slipped through the cracks of history. With their bodies broken and their hearts even more so, they had finally reached the distant shores of Amazon Lily.

Luffy had not woken up.
Neither had Mel.

The island's warrior women had been sworn to silence. Boa Hancock herself had ordered it. "Hide them. The world doesn't get to take more from them."

Then, Days Later...

The ship rocked—gently at first, then violently.

A loud, jarring slam somewhere outside broke through the still air.

Mel stirred faintly in her bed.

Then—

"AAACEEEE!!"
Luffy's voice. Raw. Desperate. Shattered.

The scream tore through the jungle and the sky and the space inside her chest. But Mel didn't move. Not at first. Her eyes were open, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling.

Blank. Unblinking.

She didn't move.
She didn't think.

She simply existed.

Then—something soft brushed against her arm.

Her breath hitched.

Slowly—so slowly—Mel turned her head.

And there he was.

Drama.

Exhausted. Worn down. His little eyes dull from sleepless nights. Worry written all over his scaly baby face.

He was watching her.

Mel's lip trembled.

Tears gathered instantly—without warning, like a dam finally failing.

"I couldn't save him..." she whispered.

"She's dead... it's my fault."

Her voice cracked. She didn't try to stop it.

Drama let out a small, pained squeak and climbed carefully onto the bed. He shuffled closer—hesitant, gentle—and nuzzled his face against hers.

She sobbed.

Not loudly. Not violently.

But deep, muffled, and raw.

She pulled him to her chest with shaking arms, holding him like a lifeline.

And he let her.

The dino curled against her heart, trying to warm the parts of her soul that felt forever frozen. Mel lay there, crying into the curve of Drama's body, clinging to the only piece of her broken world that hadn't been ripped away.

There were no thoughts.
No vengeance.
No survival.

Only the grief.
Only the ache.
Only the soft thud of a tiny heartbeat beneath her cheek, keeping her anchored to what was left of her world.