The archivist was an old, stooped man named Kozo. He had no Devil Fruit power, but he possessed a will as unyielding as Luffy’s. Every day, for twenty years, he did one thing: he watched.

"No," Kozo whispered.

Beside him, a sticky note read:

Frame by frame.

"Exactly."

The Going Merry’s ghost no longer sailed the seas, but its memory lived on in a peculiar place: the server room of the T reasure F reight B roadcasting Corporation, or TFB.

"They’ve already sent the wipe-order, sir. At 1800 hours. The ‘Clean Slate’ protocol."