When Luffy finally collapsed after that insane Lucci fight, I just felt this cold dread settle in, thinking "this is it, he's really done for this time." But then, seeing the Going Merry, looking battered but still sailing strong, emerge from the fog right at that desperate moment? My heart literally leaped into my throat—it was like the ship itself knew how much its crew needed it, and came back to pull them all out of the jaws of defeat one last time.