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One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #80

Watching the pirate ship split like a soggy breadstick and begin its slow, groaning descent into the harbor’s depths, Gale scratched his head, frown tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“…Yeah. That wasn’t it.”

Sure, the mast had been impressive. Watching it fly into the sky and crash down like the judgment of some extremely petty sea god had its satisfying moments—but it...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #79

Gale raised an eyebrow, arms crossed, pebbles rattling softly in his palm as he perched lazily on the edge of a rooftop. Below, the pirates had formed a rough, angry circle around the flailing, half-naked mess that was Prince Cordavin.

Swords were drawn, insults were flying, and Cordavin—gods bless his blissfully unaware soul—was still swinging like he was trying to chase a fly out of...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #78

Gale cracked the barn door open just enough to peek through. His eyes scanned the moonlit dirt road outside, tracing the movements of two pirates patrolling lazily around the perimeter.

One scratched himself in a way that made Gale regret having eyes, and the other was so busy humming off-key sea shanties that Gale was pretty sure they could just walk out in broad daylight and still not g...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #77

A dozen candles flickered on a warped wooden table, casting distorted shadows across the war map of the island. Gale stood over it, arms crossed, trying to pretend like he understood half of the local geography.

“So this ridge here,” he pointed vaguely at a lumpy green smudge, “blocks visibility from the south, which means we can approach from the east and—”

“—Use the ...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #76

The coastal village was a patchwork of makeshift barricades, overturned carts, and what looked suspiciously like a fence made entirely out of broom handles and mop shafts.

And yet—somehow—they had managed to hold their ground long enough for the cavalry, or well, the navy, to arrive.

Gale leaned against the railing of the battleship as it creaked into the dock, raising one eyebr...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #75

“Unfurl the foresails! Tighten the main tops’l! I said tighten it, not strangle it!—You, don’t just hug the mast, move it!!”

Isuka’s voice sliced through the chaos like a whip-crack, sharp and commanding despite the biting cold. She stomped across the deck, boots skidding on the ice-slick planks, coat flaring like a cape behind her as she bellowed orders that...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #74

Gale stood at the stern of the battleship, the wind whipping his coat around as Marineford grew smaller in the distance, slowly swallowed by the horizon like a sinking memory.

The fortress loomed less like the heart of justice and more like a really big rock that got tired of being relevant.

He let out a long sigh, the kind that carried way too many thoughts for som...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #73

The path to Marineford's scrapyard was exactly as scenic as it sounded—cracked stone, broken ships, a faint but ever-present whiff of gunpowder and old coffee someone spilled and just never cleaned up.

Gale walked it with his hands in his pockets, head low, one boot lazily kicking a rusted cog off the path. It clattered noisily into a heap of bent training dummies and half-sunk...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #72

The Vasshiri Principality’s royal navy had always prided itself on elegance and precision. Their flagship, The Opaline Fang, was no exception—an obsidian-hulled warship with intricate silverwork etched along the rails, glinting under the New World sun like a blade drawn in warning.

It was flanked by twenty other ships, arranged in a perfect semi-circle across the shallows of ...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #71

The sound of fabric whipping violently through the air yanked Gale out of his existential daze. He blinked, instincts kicking in just in time to pivot away from the now-closed hole in the ground where Alma and her surprise titan-sized Uber ride had just vanished.

Then he saw it.

Correction—him.

“...Oh, hell no.”

Poqin was airborne, plumme...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #70

The woman’s train of thought screeched to a halt when she caught sight of a figure leaping from ship to ship like some overly confident acrobat in a recruitment commercial.

A young man landed squarely in front of her with an unnecessary twirl and the cocky kind of grin that said “I don’t actually have a plan, but I look damn good pretending I do.”

He drew a rapier w...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #69

Morning came with the salty sting of sea air and the rhythmic creak of the ship swaying at port. Gale was out on the deck early, shirt damp with sweat, his rapier flashing in practiced arcs through the sunlight.

One hand stayed tucked behind his back like a show-off fencing instructor; the other danced, lightning-quick, as the blade stabbed the empty air in a flurry of pinpoint thrusts. 2025-06-08 01:38:00 +0000 UTC View Post

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #68

The soldier was still breathing. Barely, but breathing.

Gale wiped his bloody hands on his already ruined shirt, sat back on his heels, and let out a long sigh. He’d managed to clean the wound with booze—whatever expensive brown bottle was closest to him—and dig the bullet out with a heated knife drenched in the same alcohol and set on fire.

Not exactly textbook surgery, but h...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #67

Gale made his way toward the collapsed Marine, boots crunching lightly over the marble floor. The guy was still breathing—barely—but Gale figured he had a good ten minutes to live, fifteen tops if the guy had a strong constitution and a really good grudge to cling to.

He was just about to kneel when two towering Celestial Dragon guards stepped into view, stomping over in their clunky,...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #66

The garden had returned to its usual noise and nonsense. Royals were back at it—whispering, plotting, posturing, and pretending they didn’t just get outmaneuvered by a single dad from the desert kingdom.

But Gale?

Gale was more preoccupied with the fact that Poqin had mysteriously vanished.

He scanned the courtyard, narrowing his eyes. “Where the hell did he—? Oh god, ...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #65

The clunk-hiss of pressurized gates echoed as the Bondola doors slid open, releasing its high-profile cargo onto the immaculate stone path beyond.

A moment later, Gale, Poqin, Admiral Kizaru, and a dozen Marines stepped out alongside King Cobra, Wapol, and the rest of the royal parade. If anyone had a personal space bubble, it was being popped like soap foam in Sabaody.

Bey...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #64

The journey didn’t take long.

Kizaru’s battleship glided across the calm sea like it was out for a lazy Sunday cruise, trailed closely by the Alabasta royal vessel. The sun shone, the skies were clear, and despite the wreckage left behind from the earlier pirate scuffle, things were… eerily calm.

Too calm, Gale thought, leaning on the railing as the Red Port c...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #63

With Kizaru leaning casually against the rail like he was people-watching at a café, and Poqin sitting cross-legged on a crate sipping tea like this was a vacation cruise, Gale let out a long, soul-weary sigh.

“Right,” he muttered, stepping up to the railing. “Guess I’m the only one who read the job description.”

Without wasting another second, he jumped.

Midair, Ga...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #62

The sun was just starting to rise over Marineford’s docks, casting a soft orange glow across the bay. The air smelled like salt and gun oil, with just a hint of steamed rice from the mess hall down the way.

Gale sat cross-legged on a crate, gently strumming his guitar, the worn wood comfortably familiar under his fingers. He tilted his head toward the sea and began to sing, voice smooth...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #61

Gale sat seiza-style on the cold, polished floor of the Fleet Admiral’s office, his back stiff and his knees screaming. Next to him, Poqin looked perfectly serene, like he hadn’t just caused an international incident and punched a diplomat’s bodyguard in the teeth.

Across from them, behind a massive desk stacked high with paperwork, Fleet Admiral Sengoku was reading reports with all...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #60

In the farthest corner of the Marineford scrapyard, where the rusted bones of retired battleships loomed like forgotten monuments, the crunch of footsteps echoed softly across gravel and broken metal.

Kuzan—Admiral Aokiji to the five people who still bothered with formalities—let out a long, drawn-out sigh as he ambled between twisted hulls and cracked decks.

“Arara... it’s ...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #59

The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon, setting Marineford aglow in hues of orange and gold, like the world had been slapped with a really dramatic Instagram filter.

Gale wandered through the quieter edges of the base, hands in his coat pockets and mind running on autopilot after another long day of being pelted with bullets and lectures.

Eventually, his feet led him to ...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #58

The place Garp had pointed them toward didn’t exactly scream “official Marine business.” It looked more like the backlot of a training field: wide open space, scorched grass patches, a few crates lying around like someone had given up halfway through setting up an obstacle course.

Gale was mid-yawn when someone stepped out from behind a supply shed.

She was young—maybe his a...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #57

The colossal steel gate loomed ahead, its jaws slowly parting with a low, mechanical groan that echoed across the sea like a bored sea king sighing.

The Gate of Justice—massive, ominous, and honestly kind of dramatic for a glorified front door. Garp’s ship shot forward, propelled by the infamous Tarai Current, a swirling nightmare of water velocity and sea-based physics violations. 2025-05-22 08:33:57 +0000 UTC View Post

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #56

Gale didn’t say a word.

No warning. No dramatic wind-up. Just one sharp inhale—and then he moved.

A lightning-fast kick slammed straight into Jabra’s chest with the force of a cannonball. It was so sudden that the CP9 agent didn’t even get to say “ohoho”—he just coughed up a mouthful of blood and went sailing backward through the salty air like a part...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #55

The courthouse of Enies Lobby loomed like a cathedral designed by someone who thought “subtlety” was a kind of seasoning. Colossal columns, thunderous echoes, and enough dramatic lighting to host a Broadway villain monologue. Gale followed behind Garp, Poqin, and Bogard, his boots clicking on the polished stone floor as they entered the grand chamber.

And there, at the far end of the ...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #54

The fog began to clear as Garp’s ship approached the towering silhouette of Enies Lobby—a massive stone structure looming in the distance like the world’s most ominous courthouse on a floating island.

Gale stood near the railing, leaning forward just enough to make it look like he had some sort of dramatic, windswept purpose. He didn’t. He just liked pretending he was in a cool an...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #53

The docks of Foosha Village were livelier than usual that morning. The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and wood polish, seagulls cawed overhead, and a small crowd had gathered to see the Marines off. It had been two weeks since Garp’s ship had anchored here, and now the time had come to leave.

Gale stood near the ship, arms crossed, watching as crates were hauled aboard and ropes w...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #52

Gale and Poqin trailed behind Luffy at a safe distance, sticking to the trees like two very unmotivated ninjas. The forest was quiet, save for the sound of birds, crunching twigs, and Luffy occasionally muttering nonsense to himself like a child narrating his own imaginary adventure.

"Captain Luffy sets sail into the deadly Jungle of Death! Where no man has returned… except me! And mayb...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #51

The three of them trudged through the woods, the late afternoon sun spilling gold across the trees as a very unconscious—and very massive—boar bounced along the dirt behind them, tied up with enough rope to hold down a Sea King.

Luffy hummed a cheery little tune, clearly satisfied with how things turned out. Poqin, however, was glaring over his shoulder like the boar had personally in...