Ling Feng’s last memory was the blinding headlights of a truck, followed by nothingness. When he opened his eyes again, he felt coarse sand beneath him and the salty sea breeze in his nostrils. In the distance, a pirate flag with a skull fluttered over the harbor, a symbol he had only ever seen in manga. In his hand lay a strange fruit covered in spiral patterns, beating as if it were alive: the Press-Press Fruit.
