One Piece: My Crew Members Are Legendary 3D Heroines

The moment Ethan Chen heard the piercing alarm, he didn't hesitate. He threw on his clothes and rushed out of the cabin.

Climbing to the upper deck, he called out, "What's going on?"

"Unidentified lifeforms detected underwater, approaching rapidly," reported the auxiliary unit. A holographic projection flickered to life, showing six red dots swiftly closing in from all directions, with the Lexington at the center.

Fishmen from the Arlong Pirates?

So they've finally come!

Ethan frowned. "Whoever they are, they're hostile. Prepare for combat."

"Understood," 2B replied. She secured her tactical visor and drew her massive blade, Oath of the White, ready for battle.

Moments later, dark shadows beneath the water's surface became visible. Dorsal fins sliced through the waves as figures surged upward and launched themselves toward the ship.

The instant 2B saw their forms clearly armed, clearly hostile she acted without hesitation. Her greatsword swept through the air in a dazzling arc of light.

Before the enemy even touched the deck, her strike cleaved one cleanly through the midsection. Blood sprayed as the body screamed and fell back into the sea.

Ethan wasn't idle either. He charged at the nearest attacker and struck before the fishman could land.

"Tekkai Shoulder Thrust!"

The force of the blow launched the fishman back like a sandbag, flung even faster than it had arrived, disappearing into the ocean spray.

The remaining intruders managed to land solidly on deck. Ethan and 2B now got a proper look at them muscular humanoids with red or bluish skin, clearly hybrids between humans and aquatic species.

2B narrowed her eyes. "What are these creatures?"

"They appear to be a hybrid species of humans and marine life," the auxiliary unit explained. "Based on my observations, this world lacks reproductive barriers between different species. Crossbreeding is not uncommon here."

"Makes no difference," 2B said, stepping forward with her sword at the ready. "If they're enemies, they die."

"Watch the one near the stern," Ethan warned. "He's not like the others."

That one was over two meters tall, with granite-like muscles and skin that shimmered a pale blue. He wore a martial robe, and fins protruded from his elbows.

Ethan couldn't help but think of the fishman martial artist from the Arlong Pirates one of the top three officers.

"Definitely stronger than the rest," 2B muttered.

Without another word, she darted forward.

The fishman roared, furious over the death of his comrade. He stomped the deck with explosive force and threw a punch that seemed to split the air.

"Fishman Karate: One-Thousand Tile True Punch!"

He didn't hold back. The sword strike earlier had proven 2B was no ordinary foe. He launched his full strength into the blow.

"Too many openings."

2B tilted her head to the side and evaded the attack entirely. Before the fishman could react, her blade flashed down in a ruthless counterstrike.

It was over in an instant.

He stared wide-eyed, feeling a chilling sting run from his left shoulder down to his right flank.

How could someone this powerful exist in the East Blue?

That rat bastard Nezumi gave us false intel!

He was lucky his fishman physiology saved him from being cleaved in two. His heart was spared, but his liver, lungs, and kidneys were all severely damaged. Blood gushed freely.

Clutching his gaping wound, he staggered back, then spun and dove into the sea.

Seeing their leader retreat, the remaining fishmen panicked. One after another, they turned to flee as well.

But unlike their commander, they lacked his explosive leg strength and quick reflexes.

2B wasn't about to let them escape.

She swung her blade in a wide arc, unleashing a wave of energy that ripped through the fleeing enemies.

The last of the fishmen fell into the sea, their bodies already lifeless.

2B sheathed her sword and gazed out at the now-calm ocean.

"One got away."

She had intentionally pulled her strike earlier to avoid damaging the Lexington. Still, she had expected the attack to finish him off. The sheer durability of his muscles had caught her off guard.

"Let him go," Ethan said, shrugging. "With wounds like that, he probably won't survive."

Probably.

But Ethan wasn't certain. He'd seen too many stories online about fish that could keep swimming even after losing half their bodies. Their resilience was no joke.

"Thankfully, they didn't damage the ship," 2B said with some relief. "If the hull had been breached, things would've gotten messy. I'm not built for underwater combat."

While she wouldn't sink outright, her heavy frame made underwater maneuverability difficult, greatly weakening her in aquatic battles.

"Yeah," Ethan agreed. "Maybe because it's a new ship. Pirates like these value treasure destroying the vessel wouldn't benefit them."

Just then, the auxiliary unit spoke up.

"Rather than dwelling on the fight, I suggest you turn your attention to the two o'clock position."

Ethan turned, and his expression instantly darkened.

On the distant horizon, thunderclouds were gathering at an alarming rate. Flashes of violet lightning danced within them, and the sea was starting to churn violently.

A storm.

His face turned grim. He raced to the upper helm and grabbed the wheel, trying to steer the Lexington away.

But no matter how advanced the ship was, it couldn't outrun nature.

Within minutes, the storm had caught up with them. Wind howled. Waves battered the hull.

"2B! Take down the sails!"

"On it!"

The auxiliary bot rushed to assist. They loosed the lines and wrestled the main sail down. Just as they secured it, a monstrous wave higher than the deck came crashing down.

2B shielded the bot in her arms and clung to the mast, barely avoiding being swept into the sea.

In the face of nature's fury, even they felt utterly powerless.

As the wave passed, 2B sprang into action. She sprinted toward the stern, still carrying the bot, and managed to secure the secondary sail just before the next wave hit.

Only after stowing both sails did she return to the helm. She shoved the auxiliary unit into Ethan's arms and yelled over the wind, "Get below deck! I'll take the helm!"

Their eyes met.

Ethan didn't argue. He strapped a safety line around her waist and said, "Be careful!"

Then he disappeared into the cabin with the auxiliary bot.

Outside, the storm raged on. The roar of the wind, the crack of thunder, the hammering of waves, and the groans of the ship formed a deafening chorus.

The chaos lasted from midday until deep into the night.

Only when 2B finally stumbled back to their quarters, soaked to the bone and utterly exhausted, did Ethan allow himself to breathe again.