"Well, aight this an odd island?" the captain of Red Hair Pirates muttered as he and his crew docked on the island the log post brought them to. It seemed like the island was deserted, not even a place to rest their weary bodies after spending some time on the waters of the New World. This island seemed untouched by man, but something welcoming about this place made him want to venture deeper.

"You guys set up for the night. Once you're done, come get me. Beckman, you're with me." Shanks gave his orders before disembarking the ship to explore this odd place. The further the pair got, the more relaxed and at ease they felt until they came to a halt to see a building up ahead, and a figure emerged from it.

Not noticing the two men, you hummed to yourself, heading to the small garden. In less than a second, you saw a set of boots before you. Shanks could sense an odd aura radiating from you, a calming one at that.