You looked around in the huge ship that you had recently aboard in, taking in many details as much as possible. The man that took you in earlier was beside you, talking to the captain of the ship.

“GURARARARA! I didnʼt know you also held such pity for a child!” The huge man with a wide white mustache, sitting on the front continued to laugh as the tall blonde just stared at him with his usual bored face. The old manʼs wide smile still remained as his laughter died down a bit. “Alright, son, letʼs take this child in.”

The whole crew watching the commotion happening on the front, cheered as they thought that there would be a new addition to the crew. A man, cross dressed as a woman, coughed earning the attention of half of his crew members. He looked at them, especially at the known trouble makers of the group, eyeing each one them. “Do you even know how to take care of a child?” He asked.

The whole crew was silenced by this. A man with a weird hair that looked like a pom-pom, chuckled, tying to ease the tension that was created. “We already had Haruta—” But before he could continue his sentence, a blade was placed onto the side of his neck, cutting him off.

“Continue what you said and Iʼll chop your head off.” A short guy wearing what seems to be an outfit from the 16th century, said as venom were present in his voice. The guy with the weird hair gulped nervously and looked everywhere but the said short guy.

The man with the white mustache chuckled and turned to you. His eyes softened at the sight of the small child. “As long as we treat them as family then it should be fine. We will raise and take care of them until they become independent and strong.” He smiled. “Let us continue the party, shall we?” The whole crew cheered once again. Some of them avoiding being drunk as they welcome the new young member. The sixteen commanders introduced themselves, so as the captain.

“What about you? Whatʼs your name?” The so-called pom-pom, or Thatch asked you as he kneeled to reach your small height.

You do remember your past life and all your struggles you had been through. But, you donʼt remember your name at all. Heck, you didn't even think about it until now where people started asking who you are.

“N-Name..” You stuttered, looking down at your feet. The crew members werenʼt surprised at the fact that you didnʼt have a name. Instead, they even suggested a lot of names for you and some nicknames that they could call you. Another cough interrupted them.

They turned to Izo. “Shouldnʼt we giving them a bath and a change of clothes first?” He said, referring to the oversized torn shirt you wore and your messy hair. He turned to the devil fruit users who averted their heads away, looking at anything but him. Izo sighed.

“Iʼll take care of it.”

To be continued . . .