The air around the wreck of the sky-ship was thick with a static hum that made Amine's teeth ache. Blackbeard, or Marshall D. Teach, stood amidst the floating debris of 'Deleted Assets', his laughter sounding like a file being corrupted in real-time. Every step he took left a footprint of pure, swirling darkness—a 'Null-Code' that erased the very sand it touched.
"You see it too, don't you, Little Scholar?" Teach pointed a meaty finger at the flickering sky. "The way the edges of this world are fraying. The way the 'Author' struggles to keep the ink from running. You aren't a pirate, and you aren't a marine. You're a Reader who fell into the pages."
Amine's system was screaming, a crimson box flashing repeatedly in his vision: [CRITICAL WARNING: Entity 'Teach' possesses 'Void Access'. Narrative weight exceeds 99.9%.]
"I'm here to fix the story, Teach! Not watch it burn!" Amine roared, his golden stylus glowing with a desperate, violet intensity. Around him, the Straw Hat crew stood ready, but they looked like ghosts compared to the heavy, dark presence of Blackbeard. It was as if the world was prioritizing Teach's 'Rendering' over theirs.
"Fix it?" Teach laughed, his belly shaking. "You want to be a hero in a script written by a coward? The Author is a hack, boy! He recycles the same tragedies, the same cycles of 'Will'. But I... I found the Backdoor. I found the 'Dark-Dark' code that lets me eat the very ink of this reality."
Teach reached out, his hand dripping with shadows. "Join me, Amine. With your 'Editing' and my 'Deletion', we can kick the Author out of his own chair. We won't just find the One Piece; we'll Write it. We'll be the Gods of the Final Draft!"
Luffy stepped forward, his straw hat shadowing his eyes. The ground beneath him cracked, not from power, but from pure, raw 'Main Character' defiance. "I don't care about scripts or authors, Big-Mouth. Amine is our Scholar. And nobody tells my crew how their story ends!"