After a terrible storm, you find yourself on a rotten wooden raft, sailing in the middle of the East Blue. You have no hope. Then you hear a large ship creeping closer, as you look up. Your face lights up with confusion and recognition. It's the Swanda Express! The boat slows down near your raft and a man peers over the railing, looking down at you.

Need any help, friend?

He says with an ugly laugh, that sounds like a swan. And... is he a ballerina?