As Torrent Fortunas Laika navigates her path, she must confront her past, forge her own legacy, and learn that even in the darkest times, love can be found in the most unlikely of places ... on the tides.
"So, do you always look this brooding or is...
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(this ones gonna be a doozy .... I apologize in advance)
AS the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, the Marineford base was a hive of activity. Marine soldiers lined up in perfect formation, their expressions grim and resolute. The air was thick with anticipation and fear.
Today was the day of Portgas D. Ace's execution—a day that would alter the course of history forever.
On the Moby Dick, the atmosphere was equally tense. Laika stood below deck with the rest of the crew. Her cursed twin swords, Soruzu, hung at the base of her back, handles facing opposite directions for easy access to dual wield. The cursed white blades itching to be unleashed.
Laika could feel the weight of the coming battle pressing down on her. The anticipation could nearly be choked on with how it filled the air.
Waiting for Whitebeard's signal to finally breach the surface and make their presence known.
What was better than a fashionably late and dramatic entrance? Laika thought wryly, the whole thing being her father's idea of course. He's always had a thing for flair.
Not that she could blame him, she couldn't wait to see the looks on the faces of the Marines, she smirked at the thought.
Whitebeard, though weakened by illness, stood tall and imposing, his eyes blazing with determination as he made sure all preparations were made and the plan was ready to go underway. He had instructed Laika not to engage until he gave the order, a precaution to conserve her strength for the right moment, as she had yet to build up the endurance to use her devil fruit for extended periods of time.
The massive ships of the Whitebeard fleet lay in wait beneath the surface, hidden from view by the depths of the ocean. As they approached the bay within Marineford, the tension grew palpable. The Marines were ready, their defenses fortified.
Whitebeard gave the signal.
Suddenly, the sea began to churn violently. The water bubbled and frothed, and the sound of rushing water filled the air. The Marines watched in shock and confusion as the ocean itself seemed to part, revealing the massive hull of the Moby Dick rising from the depths, the vessel conveniently coated.
