Phase 4.2: Don't touch that Jolly Roger!

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A One Piece logo including a first rough idea of the Jackpot Jolly Roger! I definetly gotta design a proper one at some point

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A One Piece logo including a first rough idea of the Jackpot Jolly Roger! I definetly gotta design a proper one at some point. It's described in my fanfic as an alien skull with warpaint and flaming wings. 

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// The Jackpot Space Pirate Crew -  ™👽☠ (ง •_•)ง

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// The Jackpot Space Pirate Crew -  ™👽☠ (ง •_•)ง

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If you want, you can visit this document for some additional lore & reads:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/15e0HIxRbRnWrH8HdaP2T4R0SuDvqG_WAkkv9RwFfLjQ/edit?tab=t.0

Pls do not make copies!

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The fresh air was invigorating, overcoming all senses, carrying the salty scent of the sea that gently tickled her nose. Even though the sun was a bit cooler than she would've preferred, its rays still warmed her lightly, providing a tender sensation she hadn't been able to fully appreciate before. As she stepped onto the deck, her gaze was met with the seemingly endless expanse of water meeting the horizon. Fluffy white clouds graced the beautifully blue sky; getting lost in the scenery. The ocean sparkled under the sunlight, and the soothing sound of the waves created a calming atmosphere. "I wish you were here. It's as beautiful as Zekka said, Alliqui," the white-haired girl thought, her mind drifting as she took in the scene with a wide-eyed stare.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? No matter how often I see it, it never gets old. I love watching the sun rise above the horizon," a young voice mused, breaking her out of her trance.

"Yeah. It really is..." murmuring softly, her gaze lingered on the sea for a longer moment before she turned on her heel, following her droid to where she had parked her ship and collapsed nine days ago.

'Nemo...?'

The Moby Dick was massive; she could have easily parked several of her spaceships on its deck and still had plenty of room left. As she walked toward the inner circle of the ship, where the captain lounged comfortably in his throne, she spotted her prized possession nearby. Ignoring everything else, she embraced what she affectionately called 'her baby'.

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