One Piece: My Crew is from Other World

On the other side of the East Blue, in the quiet Foosha Village...

"Someone wants to attack Shimotsuki Village?"

Lucky Roux frowned as he handed the intelligence report to Shanks, muttering to himself.

Ever since the Red Hair Pirates returned to the East Blue, they'd been trying to reconnect with the people of the Village. But no matter how they approached it, they hadn't made much progress.

Of course, that had everything to do with the presence of the Dragon Hunter Pirates.

With tensions high and the Dragon Hunters on alert, any sudden move from them could easily be mistaken for hostility. Shanks had no interest in sparking unnecessary conflict—especially not with the Dragon Hunters watching every step.

Now, before they could even figure out how to approach Shimotsuki Village, word had come that some pirate groups were targeting the village for an attack.

Coincidence? Highly unlikely.

With such coordination, this wasn't the work of just one crew. Multiple pirate groups moving together? That meant a deeper reason—one that couldn't be ignored.

Ben Beckman took a slow drag from his cigarette, his voice low. "Shanks, should we step in?"

Shanks shook his head. "No, not yet."

He turned to the sea outside, watching the waves.

"The captain of the Dragon Hunter Pirates' Third Division is stationed here in the East Blue. If anything happens, he should be able to handle it. We'll stay nearby, just in case. If things go south, we intervene. If not, we keep moving."

Ben raised an eyebrow but didn't argue.

Shanks sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Until things settle between the Dragon Hunters and the World Government, we can't afford to be reckless."

Just then, the bar door opened with a bang.

"Boss, some wine and food, please!"

Makino turned from behind the counter, a familiar smile on her face—until she saw who it was. The fruit plate in her hands slipped and shattered on the floor.

"Sabo…?"

Her voice trembled with surprise. Though it had been years, she recognized him instantly. The mischievous boy who used to cause trouble with Luffy and Ace was now standing in front of her—taller, older, and with a calm fire in his eyes.

"That's right," Sabo grinned. "Long time no see, Sister Makino! Oh, and this is my friend, Kerla."

"Hello, Sister Makino," Kerla said politely with a nod.

She had followed Sabo not just out of loyalty, but also to keep an eye on him. If he went off-script, she'd be the one to pull him back.

Makino blinked, then smiled warmly. "Okay, okay. Come in. I'll get you something to eat."

She bustled off to the kitchen, hiding the tears of joy welling in her eyes. She had thought Sabo was dead. Luffy had told her that much. To see him now, alive and well—it filled her heart with relief.

Makino was, without a doubt, everyone's big sister.

Inside the bar, though, the atmosphere was... awkward.

On one side sat Sabo, the Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army.

On the other, the infamous Red-Haired Shanks, one of the Four Emperors.

Though Shanks had a close relationship with Luffy, that didn't extend to Sabo or Ace. Ace had at least visited Shanks once after going to sea, thanking him for protecting Luffy.

But Sabo?

He had no personal connection to the man—only the knowledge that he once saved his little brother.

And with Sabo's current identity, openly associating with a Yonko wasn't exactly ideal.

"Captain Shanks," Sabo said suddenly, that trademark smile still on his face. "Are you planning to settle here permanently?"

Shanks looked at him, intrigued.

"Sabo, right? Luffy's talked about you. The Revolutionary Army has time to drink now, huh? Must be a quiet season."

There was a playful sarcasm in his tone, but no malice.

Sabo chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I've got a little breathing room. Oh—and if you see Luffy again, tell him I'll come find him soon."

He didn't bite at Shanks' teasing. Sabo was too used to hearing that kind of thing when he was seen out on a mission. And honestly? It didn't bother him one bit.

Soon, Makino returned with a tray of food. She handed Sabo and Kerla some juice and placed a plate of meat on the table.

"Sister Makino," Sabo said, eyeing the drinks. "I'm an adult now, you know. I want to drink—ow!"

Before he could finish, Kerla reached over and yanked his ear sharply.

The pain shut him up instantly, though the big grin on his face didn't fade.

They finished their meal quickly, and after some light conversation, Sabo stood up to leave.

"Shanks, the Revolutionary Army's moving too now," Beckman said as he watched them go. "The East Blue's getting crowded."

Shanks nodded. "The Dragon Hunters, us, Garp, now Sabo… even the Grand Line doesn't see this much action."

Ben exhaled smoke. "Feels like something big's coming."

"Don't worry," Shanks replied. "The Revolutionary Army's goals don't conflict with ours—not for now."

With that, the mood lightened, and Shanks went back to drinking and bragging to his crew, as if none of it concerned him.

Outside the bar, Sabo's cheerful expression faded.

Kerla walked beside him, glancing up. "Why has a Yonko like Shanks been hanging around the East Blue so long? Shouldn't he be in the New World?"

Sabo shook his head. "I don't know. But it doesn't change our plans. Let's go."

Without wasting time, Sabo picked her up and leapt away, heading toward the Goa Kingdom.

By late afternoon, the two arrived at a luxurious estate deep in the heart of the kingdom.

Inside, a young man in noble robes greeted them with a respectful bow.

"Brother!"

Sabo smiled. "Stelly. What's the situation here? Have you taken control?"

This wasn't just anyone—this was Sabo's adopted brother, Stelly.

Though they shared no blood, the bond they had forged was genuine. Sabo had rescued him from being a political puppet and given him something he'd never had before: real family.

Stelly nodded. "Yes. I've secured my position. And… I married the princess."

His face turned a little red with embarrassment, but his tone remained serious.

"I do feel guilty toward her," he continued, "but this is bigger than us. Goa is my home too—I won't let it rot in corruption."

"We'll start with the nobles involved in the slave trade."

As Sabo said this, his eyes darkened with quiet fury.

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