Amazon Lily – Ghosts of the Sun
The sea had never felt so loud.
Boa Hancock stood at the edge of her island, wind ripping her cloak like wings.
The letter was still in her hand.
"You were always more than a weapon."—F.
She had tried to burn it.
Three times.
Each time the flame stopped just short.
She remembered chains.She remembered the screams of the other girls.She remembered his hands, and how they were always clean, unlike the Celestial Dragons who laughed while the whip cracked.
And then Lucien… the one who broke her. The one who gave her power.
The one she now craved.
She whispered, "Am I still a slave?"
The waves didn't answer.
But the jungle behind her did.
"Not yet."
She spun.
A figure stepped forward. Tall. Scarred. Wrapped in a faded cloak with a sun tattoo half-burned off his chest.
Impossible.
"Fisher… Tiger?"
Mariejois – Nursery of Chains
Mireille knelt before Lucien's throne, her face pale, lips stained with dried blood.
"She failed the test," she said.
Lucien didn't look up from his book. "Raisa?"
"Handled it. No mess. The other girls watched."
He turned a page.
"They need names," Mireille whispered.
"They have names," he said. "They just don't remember them yet."
Red Line – Cipher Pol Secure Channel Intercept
Agent CP-0: "Boa Hancock has left Mariejois without authorization."
Cipher Command: "Destination?"
Agent CP-0: "Amazon Lily. Alone."
Cipher Command: "Threat level?"
Agent CP-0: "Unknown. Her haki spiked during departure. She may be unstable."
Pause.
Cipher Command: "Do not engage. Observe only. If she deviates toward the Grand Line… alert Imu."
Donquixote Estate – Mirror Lessons
The girls sat cross-legged around Raisa.
Each held a small plate of food—luxury fruits, meats, pastries.
None of them ate.
"You are not here to feast," Raisa said. "You are here to understand what feast means."
She opened a book bound in aged leather, Void Script etched into the spine.
"The world is a lie. Everything the nobles taught is narrow truth, sanitized truth. We teach the version that stains your tongue."
She made them read aloud.
The words bled from their mouths like venom.
Jungle of Amazon Lily – Memory's Resurrection
Hancock's knees gave out.
Fisher Tiger caught her.
It wasn't him. Not really. The skin was too smooth. The eyes too bright. The voice… slightly wrong.
He was a Revolutionary posing as a ghost. A piece of her memory given flesh by some surgeon of the truth.
But it didn't matter.
Because she needed to believe.
"You died," she said.
"I did," the man answered. "But the World Government lies. About me. About them. About him."
He showed her a device.
A recorder.
From Mariejois.
Lucien's voice:
"Hancock? A pet that thinks it owns its leash. Pretty, but predictable. When I break her again, I'll breed loyalty into her the next time."
The jungle fell silent.
Boa Hancock's eyes burned gold.