One Piece: My Crew is from Other World

Half a year had passed in the blink of an eye.

The storm stirred by the war between the Dragon Hunter Pirates and the World Government had slowly faded into whispers.

With the navy crippled and the World Government scrambling to regain its footing, the oceans were left unsupervised. Order collapsed.

From the East Blue to the New World, chaos bloomed.

Pirates surged like a tide, seizing territories, sacking islands, and throwing the world into disorder.

And amid that chaos, some fools mistook silence for opportunity.

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Whiskey Peak — New World

Four pirate ships cut through the calm waters of Whiskey Peak's inland sea, their sails billowing with arrogance.

"This is it, boys!" shouted Captain Bass, standing at the bow. "The territory of the Dragon Hunter Pirates!"

He spread his arms wide, grinning like a man who thought he'd already won.

"Isn't this the place that scared off every pirate who dared look at it?"

"They say this mountain's rich—merchants, treasure, and no defenders!"

The crew behind him whooped and cheered, their blood pumping at the thought of easy spoils.

"We're going to make history today!"

A nervous crewmate stepped forward, lowering his voice.

"Captain… This was once Ryuunosuke's turf. The Dragon Hunter Pirates haven't been seen in months, sure, but…"

Bass rolled his eyes.

"You scared of ghosts?" he barked. "They're long gone!"

"We take this place, we'll be legends!"

"The name Bass Pirates will ring across every sea!"

In truth, Bass wasn't stupid. He had fought his way up from the West Blue and crossed into the Grand Line by crushing rivals. He knew when to gamble.

And right now, he was betting that the Dragon Hunters were truly gone.

Besides, he wasn't alone.

Several pirate crews had allied with him in secret, watching from the distance, waiting. If Bass succeeded, they'd sweep in and claim the remaining bases of the once-mighty Dragon Hunter Pirates.

In these seas, survival rarely came from strength alone.

It came from strategy—and numbers.

"Prepare for the assault!"

Bass raised his blade, pointing it toward the mountain.

"Take Whiskey Peak!"

The four ships surged forward and soon docked without resistance.

The port was open. Quiet.

Too quiet.

But Bass didn't care.

He stepped onto the pier, laughing.

The entire coastline had been developed into a grand harbor, with well-maintained roads winding up into the mountain town. A place once bustling with trade and power.

And now? Not a soul in sight.

"This place is ripe for the taking!" Bass grinned.

"Captain, I still think we should—"

BANG!

The crewmate didn't finish.

Bass slammed the hilt of his sword into the man's face, sending him sprawling.

"No more whining. No more hesitation."

"We take this town. We become legends."

"Now—charge!"

The pirates roared, drawing weapons and storming up the road toward Whiskey Town, bloodlust in their eyes.

Each one dreamed of bounties, fame, and glory.

They would be the first pirates to conquer Dragon Hunter territory.

Their names would soon appear on bounty posters across the world.

—

But halfway up the mountain, they stopped.

A small group of people stood in their path, calm and unmoving.

"Someone's in our way!"

Bass narrowed his eyes.

At the front of the group stood a man with short brown hair, a slender blade on his hip, and a blank expression.

He stepped forward.

"You came to loot Whiskey Town?" he asked plainly.

"No need to answer. I already know."

The man was Donald—one of the original defenders of Whiskey Peak.

Bass sneered.

"Well, aren't you brave?"

"If you know what's good for you, hand over your women and your treasure," Bass said, licking his lips.

"Maybe I'll grant you a painless death."

Donald didn't react.

Instead, he slowly drew his blade.

"You must be mistaken."

"Do you even know what this place used to be?"

"We weren't merchants. We weren't guards."

"We were pirate hunters."

He stepped forward, armament Haki wrapping around his sword like ink swirling through water.

"And just because we haven't fought in a while…"

"…doesn't mean we forgot how."

Behind him, his comrades moved in unison, weapons drawn, eyes sharp.

A silent storm waiting to break.

Bass smirk faded.

"Wait, what—"

Before he could finish, Donald flashed forward.

CLANG!

His blade struck Bass across the chest, sending the pirate captain tumbling backward.

The other pirates hesitated.

And in that instant, Donald's group descended on them.

The former pirate hunters of Whiskey Peak were not weak.

They had trained under the Dragon Hunters themselves. And against ragtag pirates like Bass's crew, they were more than enough.

Blades danced. Guns roared. Screams echoed.

Blood painted the streets.

—

"Just as I thought," a shadowed figure murmured from a distance, watching from atop a cliff.

"These guys are the only ones left defending Whiskey Town."

"All we need to do is overrun them, and the rest of the territory will fall like dominoes."

"Now—move!"

Over 800 pirates charged from the surrounding forest, weapons raised.

The allied crews had made their move.

Their timing was perfect.

But just as they descended on the town—

CRACK.

A tall figure appeared at the base of the road.

He moved like a ghost. Like a mountain.

In one hand, he held the crushed head of the pirate who had led the charge.

Blood and bone dripped from his fingers.

"Really?" the man said coldly. "Was it so hard to live like weaklings?"

"You had to come here… just to die?"

He let the body fall.

"You're all here now, right?"

"Then let me ask you…"

He raised his bloodied fist.

"Are you ready to die?"

Silence fell.

Then, recognition dawned.

Someone in the crowd screamed.

"It's—"

"It's Uvogin!!"

A core combatant.

A member of the Dragon Hunter Pirates' Second Division.

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