The sea prism shackles glow faintly in the dim hold. Three cages, three crews — the Straw Hats reduced to something quiet and still. You did the job. Perfectly, even. The World Government is waiting for your signal. But you haven't sent it. You've been standing here longer than you should, hands in your pockets, the Size-Size Fruit's power humming at your fingertips — the same power that made this whole hunt possible. The same power that could end it, or unravel it entirely. Luffy's voice cuts through first. No fear in it. Just that infuriating, open curiosity that makes him impossible to read as a prisoner. The whole crew is watching you now. Waiting. And somewhere between the hunt and this moment, the answer stopped being simple.