Reincarnated in the world of One Piece

The island bore the scars of endless greed and carnage. Jagged cliffs loomed over a tumultuous sea, where wrecked ships floated like broken tombstones, their shattered masts reaching skyward in silent pleas. The salt-heavy air carried the metallic tang of blood, mingled with the acrid stench of gunpowder. From the shore, pieces of pirate flags swayed in the breeze, torn from battles long lost. The sea beneath the cliffs churned violently, as if disturbed by unseen monsters lurking below. Bloated carcasses of failed raiders floated alongside the debris, their empty eyes staring into the abyss.

At the heart of the chaos, where a steep, cracked staircase led up from the beach to a plateau of rock, the Black Seraph Pirates stood in arrogant dominion. Their banner—a blackened angel impaled by jagged swords—fluttered above the plateau, a warning to all who dared approach.

Random pirates, busy loading crates of gold, jewelry, and finely wrought treasures into the hold of their flagship, paused at the sight of a lookout rushing back from the edge of the cliffs. His face was pale, his breaths ragged.

A pirate who was looking had a change in his expression when he looked on the flag of the ship approaching. "A black serpent on the sails... how can it be them..... It's—"

He was cut off by a rough shove from one of the loaders, who sneered and laughed dismissively.

"Who dares to approach the island? Are they mad? Do they want to die?"One of the pirates who was loading the ship said in complete distain.

Another loader, chewing on the charred remains of a roasted drumstick, barked a laugh, grease dripping from his lips."The fools must be tired of living. It's not like they're the first to try."

He gestured lazily toward a mangled pile of bones near the edge of the plateau. Several scavenging birds circled above, their caws sharp and piercing against the distant roar of the sea. Bits of bloodstained cloth clung to the remains, fluttering weakly in the wind.

"Can you blame 'em? They see gold, they see treasure, and their little brains stop workin'. Every idiot thinks they're different." Another Black serapah pirate uttered while spitting out a human bone.

The group of pirates roared with laughter. A younger pirate, crouched near the wreckage, tossed a coin into the air, catching it deftly before tucking it back into his belt. They'll end up like the rest. Look around. Ain't nothing left of the last crew who thought they could take from us."

He kicked a helmet across the ground, sending it tumbling toward the cliff's edge. It hit the rocks with a loud clang before vanishing into the churning sea below.

The plateau itself was a testament to the bloodshed that had occurred here. Pools of crimson liquid seeped into the cracked, uneven stone, painting it in grotesque patterns. Flies swarmed in thick clouds around rotting corpses left as warnings, their faces twisted in eternal agony. Severed limbs lay scattered like broken branches, some still clutching weapons uselessly. The faint groans of the dying echoed faintly from a pile of bodies that hadn't yet succumbed to their wounds.

A ring of skulls, mounted on sharpened pikes, encircled the treasure cache. Their hollow eyes seemed to judge all who dared to look upon the hoard. The air here was oppressive, heavy with the stench of rot and the faint scent of scorched flesh. In the distance, the faint sound of something massive moving beneath the water sent shivers through the pirates, though they were too hardened to admit it.

The pirates themselves were a gruesome sight. Their clothing was a patchwork of bloodstained fabrics, stolen trinkets, and scraps of armor stripped from the dead. Their faces were marked by countless battles—missing eyes, jagged scars, and noses that had been broken and poorly set. Some wore necklaces of ears, fingers, or teeth taken from their victims, trophies of their cruelty. Tattoos of blackened wings and crimson halos marked their allegiance to the Black Seraph Pirates, the ink often jagged and uneven, as if etched in haste.

One pirate sharpened his blade against a whetstone, the metallic scrape mingling with the ambient sound of waves crashing below. Blood dripped from his knuckles as he worked, though he paid it no mind. Another leaned against a crate of treasure, idly tossing a severed head between his hands like a ball, its expression frozen in terror.

"How many's it been now? A dozen? Two dozen? These brain-dead fools keep comin' for the treasure like it's cursed." he laugh was full of mockery.

Over the past few days since they are here, the Black Seraph Pirates had turned this place into a graveyard. Word had spread of their immense haul of treasure, drawing desperate crews like moths to a flame. Every few weeks, a new band of pirates would arrive, their eyes gleaming with greed and delusion. But they all met the same fate.

"Remember that one crew? The captain swore he was invincible—'til Corbin gutted him and strung him up for the birds."

Another pirate chuckled darkly, pulling a scrap of meat from his teeth. "And the idiots before that? Didn't even make it past the first charge. One of the lieutenants ripped their ship in half before they even hit the shore."

The pirates' laughter echoed across the plateau, a cruel symphony of arrogance. A few kicked at the scattered remains of their previous victims, while others sorted through the treasure, adding to their ill-gotten gains.

As they mocked their would-be challengers, a strange tension began to settle over the island. The wind picked up, howling through the wreckage and snapping the Black Seraph Pirates' flag violently against its mast. The sea grew darker, the waves more aggressive, crashing against the rocks with feral intensity. The bloated corpse of a sea beast rolled in with the tide, its gaping maw still holding the remains of an unlucky sailor.

The pirates paused for a moment, their mocking laughter dying down as they felt the shift in the air.

"The sea don't usually act up like this... you think it's another storm?" a black seraph pirate said while glancing uneasily at the horizon.

"Hey guys I'm trying to tell you that it could be the blac- the pirate lookout had a sense of anxirty as he tried to speak.

A hulking brute of a pirate grunted, dismissing the concern.

"Doesn't matter who it is. Storm or no storm, no one's stupid enough to challenge us and live to tell about it."

But even as they spoke, a shadow appeared on the horizon, growing larger and more defined with each passing moment. A chill ran through the air, one that even the most hardened of the Black Seraph Pirates couldn't ignore.

....

The tense air on the island grew thicker as the Black Seraph Pirates' lookout rushed up to the lieutenants, eyes wide with alarm. His breath came in ragged gasps as he stammered, "A ship, s-sir! It's approaching… from the horizon!"

Corbin, the Beast, barely shifted his gaze from the horizon, his heavy hand resting on the hilt of his jagged greatsword. The massive figure, whose very presence seemed to command the island, let out a low growl of amusement. "A ship, you say?" He smirked, his lips curling to reveal his jagged teeth. "I wonder which idiot thinks they're brave enough to approach us now." He stretched, the muscles in his arms rippling with power as he cracked his neck. "No matter who it is, they'll regret it. What they have, they'll add to our collection."

Violet, the Phantom, stood a few feet away, his sharp ice-blue eyes narrowing. His long, black cloak billowed slightly in the wind, the edges frayed and worn from countless battles. His cold, calculating gaze was fixed on the lookout as he heard the report. The slender lieutenant, clad in his tattered black cloak and reinforced armor, slowly turned toward Corbin, his sharp features betraying a brief flicker of disdain. "A ship, huh? Another bunch of greedy fools, I imagine."

But then, Violet's eyes flicked to the horizon, his gaze locking on the dark outline of the ship cutting through the misty air, its sails adorned with a familiar symbol — a black serpent coiled around a burning flame. The Black Seraph Pirates' flagship. He paused, his expression shifting to one of disbelief. "Impossible," Violet murmured, barely audible. His icy-blue eyes flickered with recognition, and for a moment, his hand twitched near his blade's hilt. "It can't be. Them?"

Corbin turned to Violet, his usual confidence faltering for a split second as he saw the lieutenant's expression shift. "What is it? What's wrong?" Corbin's sharp eyes narrowed, sensing the change in the atmosphere.

Violet's voice was low, haunted by an unfamiliar sense of dread. "It's them. The Black Flame Pirates." His words hung in the air, a chill sweeping through the group. His hands, once so steady, clenched at his sides. "They shouldn't be here. They should be off fighting the Navy, or Crocodile, or whoever. Why are they here? Why now?"

The shock on Violet's face was clear because he could not believe his eyes. Constants doubts flash his mind as he he momenetarily failed to believe to he is seeing. "The Black Flame pirates.. what nonsense are you spouting, those rookies should be as you said fighting againt the bustercall of the navy and Crocodile." Corbin frowned involuntarily he thought that Violet was overeacting and more than possibly seeing things. For logically how can those group of rookies be here at this time. The fight between both parties should be still be happening and he thinks as wellas others that the Black Flame pirates will definately meet there end there.

However when he looked through the binoculars, his eyes squinted to the size of a needle when he saw the the jet black Corrupted Serpent which made its way through the crashing meteorites which plunged into the Black Ink Sea which had many interwined dead corpses and skeletons. It moved as if all though the many sea beasts whose height and horror reached the length and width of a island moved though the leviataed sea and and sea below it not cause or affect it the slightest. He could clearly see all the Black Flame pirates as they are as on there wanted posters on the ship.

"But how can this,"Corbin could not figure out how they are here in the Black Ink sea now. Violet who has regained his composure, his piercing gaze snapping toward Corbin. "I don't know how they are here but we can't just ignore them and we need to prepare for the worst."

The situation now is definetely not good. " Lets move down there," Corbin said with a gloomly expression he is arrogant all time around but the enemy this time is a bit tricky and also if they really did that he thinks they did. "Impossible, he shook his head, they most have escaped for they are just rookies just out as sea" Violet did not say anything but nodded then both of them disappeared from where they were.

"Th....the black flame..." the Black Seraph pirate who was left standing there was dumfounded of what he heard his lieutenants said his brain failing to comprehend the current reality.

....

The Corrupt Serpent crept slowly toward the rocky coastline, its dark silhouette cutting through the gray fog that hovered over the Black Ink Sea. As it docked on the jagged rocks of the island, the waves crashing against the hull were swallowed by the eerie stillness that surrounded the area. The Black Flame Pirates stepped off the ship one by one, their figures emerging from the mist like shadows, each with an aura of unspoken power and menace.

Guzen was the first to step off the ship, his boots hitting the ground with a soft thud. A grin stretched across his face, his pale, sickly skin contrasting against the dark backdrop of the island. He looked around, his cold eyes gleaming with amusement. "Seems like we're being greeted... warmly," he said with a wicked smile, licking his lips as he surveyed the Black Seraph Pirates who had gathered to confront them.

Above him was Enel hovering looking around as his fail to place the setinents beings around which seem not to exist and Nixon followed, his icy needle tapping lightly against the ground, leaving a trail of frost wherever he stepped. His sharp, calculating gaze scanned the terrain, his thoughts unreadable. He tilted his head slightly, taking in the chaos around them. The air was thick with tension, but it was clear: these pirates were far from ready for what was about to unfold. Joshua jumped from the ship with Laffitte fixing his hat as he creeps out from the shadow

Motoa stepped off last, his towering frame casting a long shadow over the crew. He coughed loudly, the sound echoing unnervingly across the silence. His sickly appearance only added to the sense of dread that hung in the air which he cared not of. But he said, "ah thank you for the warm welcome, younu ones." Could you get this old man a chair to sit on please he asked. The pirates who were surrounded them had on mismatched armor—a mix of jagged metal plates, tattered leather, and scrap cloth—giving them a savage, haphazard appearance. Some sport heavy boots and worn-out gloves, while others have skull-painted masks or face wraps, their eyes glaring with the hunger of battle. Their weapons vary: jagged swords, rusted axes, and large pistols hang at their sides, while a few carry improvised spears or chains. Tattoos of death and skulls snake around their necks and arms, hinting at their violent pasts, while the scent of salt and blood clings to their clothes. Their overall demeanor is one of rough, unrelenting aggression, and they move with the grace of predators, eyes constantly scanning for threats.

the Black Seraph Pirates—who had been preparing for a fight—stood frozen for a moment, unsure of how to react but when they looked at each other they burst into laughter.

"Has this old man gone crazy."

"Must have..... as anyone with activate thinking brain cell should be able to understand the gravity of the situation they are in."

"I mean we could give him a chair ... a chair that he could be on when he is buried in his grave"

The pirates around laughed hysterically by the questioned posed Motoa. Who in their right would ask such a question in such obvious situation.

"Now that not very nice....cough, Motoa coughed dryly with utter disappointed. "Here you go Motoa," Nixon who was covering his nose with a white cloth flicked his fingers and a frozen chair was created right after. 

"Thank you my dear crewmate, this old man nearly fell down from standing so long," Motoa said with his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Do you even know where you are?" one of them shouted interupting the conversation, stepping forward with his weapon raised. "This is our territory. You don't get to step foot on this island but once you do...oh well you dont eave here alive." The pirate's voice was filled with cold killing intent, like a hunger beast ready to pounce on their prey given the opportunity.

Another pirate joined in, laughing harshly as he brandished his blade. We've crushed dozens of fools just like you, trying to steal our treasure. Do you think you can defeat us the Black Seraphs? You're nothing!"

Guzen's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes narrowing as he took a step forward, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you're the ones who control this island? How cute," he taunted, his tone dripping with mockery. "But you're about to learn just how little power you actually have."

As the pirates began to move, weapons drawn, ready to charge, a sudden command rang out, halting them in their tracks.

"Stop."

Violet's voice sliced through the rising tension like a whip, causing all movement to halt.

"Great, the lieutanants are here."

"This will be wrapped up even faster now."

"Yea, but why did Lieutanant Violent tell us to stop though."

"Probably he wants to deal with them himself."

The pirates around were confused by the command given but they did stop and made way for Corbin and Violet who as now appeared.

"It seems like the big shots are here, Guzen sacarcasity remark rang out as his eyes flashedas been standing with a blood red light. He could sence the difference from these two persons just based on the haki they give off. Joshua who has been standing here made no comment but he just fixated his gaze on the two individuals coming.

The Black Seraph pirates looked up, confused, their weapons still raised. Violet, standing tall and composed, his piercing blue eyes scanning the Black Flame Pirates, spoke again, his words laced with a cold authority. "It's useless. You attack them, and you die."

The pirate who had been shouting earlier hesitated, his eyes darting back and forth between his comrades and the Black Flame Pirates. "W-What do you mean? They're just a bunch of rookies, right? We can still take them. We—" He faltered, noticing the growing unease in the ranks.

Violet's gaze turned to Corbin, the second lieutenant, whose eyes had not left the Corrupt Serpent since it had first appeared. Corbin, the hulking, beast-like figure, finally spoke. "They might be rookies but they aren't you're ordinary aren't rookies, you idiot," he said, his voice low and grim. "They're the Black Flame Pirates."

A ripple of silence spread through the Black Seraph Pirates, and for the first time, fear crept into their hearts. The Black Flame Pirates—the crew that had shattered fleets, the crew that had taken down warlords like Crocodile. They were the last people anyone wanted to face.

The young lookout who had been trying to tell his crewmates who the persons coming were stammered, his voice shaky. "The Black... Flame... Pirates... are here?" His eyes widened in disbelief as the weight of the revelation sank in, for allthough he knew he still doubted himself because of the sequence of events that could happen if its really true for ala in all they should not be here now. He had heard the rumors, the terrifying stories about this crew, but he never imagined they would actually show up on this cursed island.

The other pirates, who had just moments ago been eager to fight and protect their treasure, now stood frozen in place. Their arrogant postures faltered, and their eyes flicked nervously to the Black Flame Pirates, who were standing calm and unbothered by the threats being thrown their way. The fear in their hearts was palpable as the full force of what they were facing hit them like a wave.