On the coastline of East China Sea Windmill Village, sixteen-year-old Luffy was shouting a declaration to the sea. The sea breeze lifted the edge of the straw hat, and he said that he would wait for another three hundred and sixty-five days to set sail. The moment he finished speaking, the whole world was paused - seagulls hovered in the sky and spread their wings, and the distant waves froze into sculptures. I was standing five steps behind the reef, still able to move, and someone was walking behind me. He paused as he passed me and turned his head sideways: You were parked outside too. I said: You too.
