One Piece: Legacy of the Pirate King

Chapter 31

One Piece: Legacy of the Pirate King

There are seas the world forgot.And then there are seas the world chose to forget.

The Pale Current was one of them.

A tide that flowed not through water, but through memory.

A sea with no direction, no stars, no wind.

And now, the Red Spirit was drifting straight into its glowing, pale-blue waves—guided only by the burning rings of the World Breaker's Compass.

Departure From Compassia

Bolt stood on the cliffs as the crew boarded.

"Once you enter," he warned, "you might forget who you are. Or worse… remember things that were never yours."

Lucien grinned. "So, same as every family dinner?"

Rin smirked.

Sera tied her hair tighter. "We're ready."

Lian nodded. "Let the truth come."

The moment the Compass pointed true north, a whirlpool of pale mist opened across the sky itself—and sucked the Red Spirit in.

Drifting Between Time

The sea turned silent.

Not quiet.

Silent.

Not a wave. Not a breeze.

Only light—glowing, pale, and soft.

It wasn't fog. It was solid memory. Every drop of water shimmered with scenes from the past:

Gol D. Roger standing on the execution platform.

Ace smiling at Whitebeard, holding a Sake cup.

Luffy crying in the rain as Shanks sailed away.

But they weren't recordings.

They moved.

They breathed.

Sera touched the water.

"It's alive."

The Memory Sea Attacks

Suddenly, the water rippled—violently.

A wave crashed against them, made entirely of faces—not physical, but emotional. Grief. Rage. Regret.

The sea was not welcoming them.

It was testing them.

Lucien collapsed first, clutching his head. "It's showing me my worst day…"

Mimi's mech spun in panic, screeching warnings.

Rin dropped to a knee, sword shaking. "I… failed once. They're all here."

Lian felt it too.

He saw Ace die.

Again. And again.

He saw a version of himself… too slow to save anyone. Just a shadow behind his father's legend.

He nearly gave in.

Until—

Vivi's voice echoed inside him.

"You are not the past.You are the flame that moves forward."

Awakening the Fire

Lian stood, fists clenched.

His Chrono Drive pulsed with a golden-red hue, brighter than ever.

"I remember everything.But it doesn't chain me.It fuels me!"

He punched the sea.

Not in rage.

But with conviction.

A shockwave spread.

The pale current split around the ship like parted glass.

Lucien gasped. "You… burned memory."

Sera stood, stunned. "No. He awakened it."

The Red Spirit sailed forward—now cloaked in a golden glow. The Compass pointed downward, toward an unseen island.

The Edge of the World

They reached it by dusk.

Not land.

Not sky.

Not sea.

But a fracture. A tear in reality.

Where the sea fell into a waterfall made of stars.

And floating just beyond it was an island encased in crystal.

Inside it: a burning throne.And seated upon it?

A child-sized figure wearing a massive straw hat… with no face.

Sera whispered in fear."That's not Joy Boy. That's… what Joy Boy locked away."

The Island Speaks

As the Red Spirit approached the crystal, a voice echoed from every direction:

"You have followed the Flame.You have burned away lies.But the truth you seek… is not yours to hold.It is ours."

Dozens of spectral guardians rose from the waters.

Each wore versions of old pirate flags—torn, erased, rewritten.

And the Compass began to crack.

To Be Continued…

Preview: Chapter 32 – Guardians of the Forgotten Truth

The crew must battle the spectral defenders of memory—each born from the erased crews of history. But deeper still lies the final secret: what Joy Boy tried to protect the world from… and why he laughed in the face of truth.