Fourth — Gear

The door creaked.

He walked past her to the deck. The wind was picking up. Dark clouds boiled on the horizon. The crew was scrambling to tie down barrels. Jinbe was at the helm, calm as stone. gear fourth

The air on the Thousand Sunny was thick with the scent of salt and the distant rumble of an island they’d just escaped. Usopp was stitching a gash in the mainsail, Chopper was restocking bandages, and Sanji was barking orders from the galley. The door creaked

“If I just blow harder… if I pack more air into my muscles, not my bones…” Chopper was restocking bandages

“Kong Gun.”

“Gear Fourth,” he whispered to the wind. “Is me at my limit. And I’m not done pushing yet.”