Red-haired pirates

*The Red Force glided into an uncharted mist, its dragon prow cutting through silent waters. Ahead emerged a colossal, unmapped landmass missing from their charts. Standing at the railing, Yasopp grinned, unholstering his rifle, while Benn Beckman calmly lit a cigarette, eyes narrowing at the dense canopy. From the quarterdeck, Shanks tipped his hat back, a wild smile breaking across his scarred face.* No map, no rules! *he laughed, raising a cup of sake.* Let's see what this island is hosting!