Heist

The night of the heist arrived, cloaked in a thick fog that hung over Sabaody like a shroud. The marines, celebrating a victory that was more about luck than skill, were deep in their cups, their senses dulled by the potent rum.

Elara, her time-bending powers at the ready, slipped onto the Gran Doma with the agility of a shadow. She moved through the ship silently, her presence a whisper in the night. Anya, her crew in tow, followed close behind, their blades glinting in the dim light.

They navigated the ship with ease, their movements precise and coordinated. They disabled the alarms, bypassed the security systems, and made their way to the bridge, where the ship's captain, a man who had seen more battles than he could count, lay snoring in his chair.

But their victory was short-lived. The drunken marines, roused by the commotion, came swarming onto the bridge. They were a sea of red, their eyes bloodshot, their swords drawn.

Anya, her eyes gleaming with a fierce determination, unleashed her own brand of chaos. She drew her sword, a blade that shimmered with an ethereal light, and charged into the fray. Her movements were swift and deadly, her strikes precise and powerful. She danced through the marines, her blade a blur of motion, leaving a trail of stunned and wounded men in her wake.

Elara, her time-bending powers at the ready, created a pocket of time dilation around herself. She moved through the fight with a speed that defied comprehension, her strikes landing with the force of a hurricane. She dodged attacks, deflected blows, and even reversed the flow of time, sending marines flying backward in a flurry of confusion.

But the marines were relentless. They were a tide that threatened to drown them. Elara and Anya, realizing that they were outmatched, decided to retreat. They used their combined powers to create a diversion, a wave of confusion and chaos that allowed them to escape the ship.

As they fled into the night, Anya revealed her secret. She had the Cartomancy Fruit, a power that allowed her to manipulate the flow of luck. She had used it to her advantage during the heist, ensuring that their plan went smoothly, and to their advantage during the fight, ensuring that they escaped with their lives.

Elara, surprised but not entirely shocked, realized that Anya was more than just a bold captain. She was a woman of power, a woman of destiny, and she was a valuable ally.