The harbor of Loguetown buzzed once again—not with trade or fireworks, but with tension.
Across from the Dream Conqueror, a ship shaped like a fox's head floated lazily. Loudspeakers blared absurd fanfare. Flags with grinning foxes waved from every mast. And in the middle of it all, Foxy the Silver Fox struck a ridiculous pose atop his ship's helm.
"Ladies and losers, prepare for the most glorious event in all the seas—Foxy's Grand Davy Back Fight!"
Vegito floated down from his ship with his arms crossed, his tail flicking lazily behind him. His presence alone sent nervous ripples through the crowd forming at the docks. Even the Marines dared not interfere now. They watched from a distance, afraid to interrupt what had become a pirate spectacle.
Yasaka leaned over to Nami and whispered, "This guy serious?"
"Oh, he's serious," Nami muttered. "In his own… Foxy kind of way."
Enter: Portia – The Cold Strategist
While Foxy posed and shouted, another figure stepped forward from the silver-haired clown's crew. She was tall, elegant, and dressed in a sharp, modified officer's jacket over a bodysuit. Her silver-blue hair was tied in a long braid, and her eyes held the cold confidence of someone who lived by calculation, not luck.
Portia.
"Captain Foxy has accepted the Davy Back challenge," she said coolly. "Three games. Each team must contribute players. And the winners? Well, they get to take a crewmate."
She eyed Vegito carefully. "Assuming you win anything."
Vegito smirked. "You're not a clown like your captain."
Portia's lips twitched—just a flicker. "I handle strategy. He handles… fanfare."
Nojiko stepped beside him. "She's dangerous. I can feel it. But I think we can win her."
"Working on it," Vegito replied mentally. The system pinged.
System Alert: Waifu Recruitment Target Locked
Name: PortiaRole: StrategistFoxy Affiliation: Bound by loyalty and obligation, not admirationWeakness: Intellectual dominance, proven leadership, exposure to mature menStatus: Curious | Affection: 10%
Round One: The Ring Run
A massive circular track was laid out on the docks. Foxy's team—dressed in ridiculous costumes—lined up at one end. Their goal? To race across the track and ring a series of bells suspended from archways. The twist? The race was filled with traps, illusion mirrors, oil-slicks, and dummies that looked like Vegito.
Portia turned to him with a smirk. "We figured your arrogance would make it funnier."
Vegito glanced at his team. "Mimi, Kara. You're up."
Kara grinned. "Oh? A trap-filled dance floor? My specialty."
Mimi adjusted her gloves. "I've got illusion training. Let's make these clowns look like fools."
BANG! The starting bell rang.
Foxy's racers burst forward, only to get tangled in their own ropes and net launchers.
Kara darted through the first mirror maze, dodging swinging hammers and oil slicks like a seasoned thief. Mimi manipulated the dummy projections with a flash orb from her sleeves, confusing the enemy runners into tackling each other.
Thirty seconds later, two clear chimes echoed.Ding-ding!
Vegito pointed a thumb toward his ship. "That's one crewmate we're keeping."
Portia Watches and Calculates
She narrowed her eyes. "Unexpected… those two were supposed to be weak support types."
Vegito appeared at her side without warning. "You don't understand how I pick crew members."
She stiffened. "How—?"
He leaned in slightly. "I don't need the strongest. I build the best."
And just like that, he vanished again.
Round Two: Ball Brawl – Chaos on the Court
A massive makeshift stadium had been erected overnight by Foxy's fast workers—using trap mechanisms, magnet floors, and fake referees.
The goal? Score the giant ball into the enemy's hoop… while dodging exploding mines, slippery platforms, and sudden gusts of wind from hidden vents.
Portia was watching now. Closely.
"Foxy," she said, "you must not lose this round. I programmed the arena's gimmicks myself."
Foxy posed. "Don't worry, Portia! They'll be slippin' and floppin' like wet seals!"
Vegito turned to Yasaka and Nojiko. "You two are fast. Go make them regret this."
Yasaka cracked her knuckles. "Let's do this."
Nojiko sighed. "If I sprain something, I'm blaming you."
The Match Begins
The field turned into pure chaos.
One Foxy player tried to bounce the ball, only to be launched skyward by a trampoline floor trap.
Nojiko, using her recent speed training, bounced from platform to platform while dodging magnetic pull beams. Yasaka simply flew—flipping in midair, redirecting gusts with ki-enhanced kicks.
Foxy panicked.
"Portiaaaa! They're flying!"
"I didn't account for fliers, Captain," she said coldly.
Vegito laughed from the sidelines. "You should've."
Final Score:Dream Conquerors – 7Foxy's Fools – 1
Round Three: Captain's Duel – Foxfire's Folly
Now only one match remained. And Portia… was suddenly quiet.
Foxy tried to bluff. "Heh! You may have won two… but if you lose this, I take someone from your crew!"
Vegito stepped forward.
"You want me," he said, "come take me."
The Duel Begins
It was supposed to be a fair fight. One-on-one.
Foxy activated his Slow-Slow Beam, hoping to trap Vegito in a time-stall.
Instead?
Vegito caught the beam in his fingers.
"What—!?"
He crushed the beam between his palms like glass.
Then he moved.
No teleportation. Just sheer, instantaneous speed.
Every blow of Vegito's was fast, merciless, and theatrical—matching the Davy Back mood but with overwhelming dominance. He didn't humiliate Foxy. He broke his will with flair.
The final move?
"Galactic Curtain Call!"A spinning barrage of palm strikes launched Foxy skyward in the shape of a twirling firework. He landed in his own hoop.
Victory
System Alert:
Davy Back CompleteAll three wins securedChoose crewmate to claim…
Vegito pointed at Portia.
Gasps echoed.
"Me?" she said, eyebrows raised. "You… choose me?"
"You don't belong on a comedy act," Vegito said plainly. "I watched your tactics. You like control. Structure. Efficiency. Join a real crew."
She hesitated.
Then stepped forward.
"Foxy," she said. "I forfeit my loyalty."
Foxy whimpered from the crater. "Traitooor…"
Crew Update – New Member: Portia
Portia (Strategist | Tactics Officer)
Cold, brilliant mind
High-level battle simulations
Improves training sessions and sparring AI efficiency
Affection: 20% (Amused. Curious. Watching Vegito closely)
New Room Unlocked: Tactical LoungeSystem Integration Upgrade: Simulated Battle Arena (Portia-run)Team Efficiency Boost: +10% in all coordinated missions
Nightfall: A Private Chat
Portia joined Vegito on the upper deck later that night. The others were celebrating below.
"You play your part well," she said.
Vegito raised an eyebrow. "Which part?"
"The idiot who challenges clowns. The king who picks misfits. The warrior who offers his hand instead of crushing."
He chuckled. "People underestimate kindness."
"And you like being underestimated?"
He looked out over Loguetown. "Only long enough to surprise them."
She leaned against the railing beside him.
"I'm not easily won over," Portia said.
"I'm not in a rush," he replied.
"Good," she said. "But you're interesting. And I… don't say that often."
System Update
Portia Affection: 25%New Trait Unlocked: "Tactician's Glint" – reduces mission failure odds by 15% when Portia is present
Public Notice:"Foxy humiliated. Buggy clowned. Pirate Vegito declared 'King of the Clowns' by underground media."East Blue Pirates now either terrified… or trying to join.