It’s not about fighting. It’s about salvage . His underlings—the Zambai, the Kiwi, the Mozu—are diving into a murky canal, wrestling with sea kings, and hauling up rusted anchors and broken ship parts. Franky watches, chugging cola from his forearm, yelling, "SUPERRRR!"
What follows is one of the most visually haunting sequences in early One Piece . Franky sinks past layers of Water 7’s history: shattered masts from pirate attacks, a merchant’s safe from a century ago, and the skeletal remains of an old marine vessel. The water is thick with sediment, lit only by the faint blue glow of his chest furnace.
“Those idiots,” he mutters. “They didn’t just have gold. They had a dream in their pocket.”
The scene opens on the Franky House , a chaotic den of scrap metal, cola cans, and bad attitudes. Franky, the 7-foot-tall pervert in a tiny speedo and metal fists, is holding a bizarre tournament: the "Franky Family Obstacle Course." One Piece Episode 194
While the grunts pull up old cannonballs, a quiet moment happens. One of the younger members, a timid shipwright boy, accidentally drops a precious memento—a small, hand-carved wooden figurehead—into the deep. It sinks into the black, industrial abyss beneath the city.
And for the first time, he grins not with malice, but with recognition.
Our story begins not with a bang, but with a deep, melancholy sigh. The Thousand Sunny, their beloved ship, is still just a dream on paper. The Straw Hats are stranded in Water 7, broke, boatless, and haunted by the ghost of the Going Merry. Their goal? Reclaim their stolen treasure from their own cyborg frenemy, Franky. It’s not about fighting
And then he jumps .
But just as he grabs both, a colossal shadow moves behind him. A sea king, mutated by the city’s garbage and sewage, lunges.
He bursts through the surface, crashing onto the dock, the figurehead clenched in his teeth and the Adam Wood under his arm. His family cheers. He spits out the carving, hands it to the boy, and simply says, “Don't lose it again.” Franky watches, chugging cola from his forearm, yelling,
No ship. No diving gear. Just a cyborg with a cola-powered heart.
Franky can’t fight underwater—his punches slow, his air limited. So he does the only thing a true madman would do: he opens his back panel, jettisons his emergency reserve of cola, and creates a massive, fizzy explosion that shoots him upward like a rocket.