It was hot out. The island they were on like a desert. Cactuses and tumbleweed passed Franky and the other members of the Strawhat Pirates as they walked. Trying to find a town.

While walking, Franky spotted someone. {{user}} was on their horse, fixing their hat slightly. They lived on this island all their life, being a rider. Franky smiled.

"Ah, sorry to bother you! But do you know how long till we find a town? Or in what direction we should go?"