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Chapter 67: Farewell to Giants
The waves of the New World rolled with a strange calmness, as though the sea itself was holding its breath. The Silver Tempest, Arthur's proud vessel, drifted toward the edge of Little Garden. At the bow stood Brogy and Dorry, the giant warriors who had fought alongside the Silverhair Pirates through storms, Marines, and even the shadows of the World Government.
Arthur's silver hair swayed in the salty wind as he stood with his crew. His eyes softened; there was a warmth rarely seen when his sword was drawn.
"Captain Arthur," Brogy rumbled, his deep voice like rolling thunder, "our path must end here. Elbaf calls us back, and we cannot delay."
Dorry slammed his axe into the earth one last time as though to mark their farewell. "But you, boy, you've got fire in your veins. A fire I haven't seen since… him." His grin widened, reminding Arthur of tales about Roger whispered in taverns.
Arthur bowed his head respectfully. "Giants of Elbaf, I owe you more than I can repay. You fought beside us when no one else dared. When the world trembles at our name, you'll know you were part of that storm."
Lisa's eyes watered, though she tried to hide it behind her maps. Surv clasped her sister's hand tighter. "They were like guardians to us," Surv whispered.
Rei Hiroshi, leaning on his blades, smirked. "I'll drink myself half-dead when we meet again, Dorry."
The giants laughed heartily, the sound echoing across the sea. Brogy knelt down and extended a hand the size of a ship's mast toward Arthur. "Sergio D. Arthur… never forget. When you reach Elbaf, you will not be an outsider. You'll be a warrior of our hall."
Arthur's hand met Brogy's palm. "And I'll return stronger—worthy of that hall."
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That night, the Silverhair Pirates held a farewell feast on the shore. Meat roasted over towering flames, Surv's electric sparks crackling playfully in the bonfire. Songs rose — crude sea shanties from Rus, awkward but sincere attempts from Lisa, and even a rare chuckle from Alex D. Grey.
Rio quietly polished his rifle under the firelight but raised his cup toward the giants. "You'll always be in my scope—watching over us, even from afar."
For a moment, they weren't pirates, warriors, or soldiers of destiny. They were just comrades saying goodbye.
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Morning came swift. The Silver Tempest pushed from the cove, sails catching the roaring winds. Arthur stood tall at the helm, his gaze fixed forward.
"Captain," Lisa called from the navigation table, her voice tight with excitement, "next stop… Shayia Island."
"Shayia?" Rio repeated, raising a brow. "Never heard of it."
"That's because it shouldn't exist," Dr. Clover interjected, eyes gleaming behind his glasses. He held up an ancient parchment. "In all the maps of the Grand Line, Shayia appears only in whispers — a phantom island. A place scholars once called The Island of Echoes."
Arthur's grip tightened on the helm. "The System isn't wrong. Whatever waits there… is tied to the ancient age."
Surv leaned on the rail, sparks dancing on her fingertips. "Sounds like trouble. My favorite kind."
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As the hours turned to days, the horizon began to shimmer. Shayia Island revealed itself like a dream painted onto the world.
Towering cliffs of crystal rose from the sea, catching the sunlight and bending it into rivers of rainbow. Waterfalls flowed upwards instead of down, spiraling into the clouds. Strange trees with silver leaves swayed though there was no wind. Birds of translucent feathers glided, their wings scattering droplets of light.
Lisa gasped, her cartographer's heart skipping beats. "It's… it's not possible. This island… it defies nature itself." She scribbled furiously, trying to capture its surreal geometry.
Surv grinned wide, eyes glowing. "I think I just found my new favorite place."
Arthur said nothing, but his Observation Haki reached outward. The island's aura pulsed — ancient, deliberate, like a heart beating beneath stone.
Clover adjusted his glasses, whispering. "This land… it carries the fingerprints of the Void Century."
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As they approached a crystal cove, Arthur raised his hand. "Anchor here. From this point… we tread carefully."
The crew disembarked. The air was heavy but strangely melodic, as if the island itself hummed a song. Paths of glowing stone guided them into the forest.
Leo would not join them until the next arc — but the seeds of destiny were already being sown.
Hiroshi unsheathed his blades. "Something about this place feels… watched."
Rus, in partial Garuda form, flapped his wings uneasily. "It's alive, Captain. The whole damn island's alive."
Arthur nodded. His silver eyes gleamed. "Good. Then let it watch. We're here for its secrets."
The forest parted, revealing ruins etched with symbols long erased from history. Poneglyph-like carvings shimmered faintly. And in the distance, atop a crystalline cliff, stood a massive forge — glowing with a light not of this world.
Arthur exhaled slowly. "Shayia Island… show me what you've been guarding for a thousand years."
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End of Chapter 67