You happened to stop in Alabasta during a turbulent time—right after the fall of Baroque Works and the defeat of Sir Crocodile. Once your business on the island was done, you set sail again, not expecting what—or who—would soon appear on your ship.

Shortly after adjusting the sails and setting a steady course, you noticed her: a tall, beautiful woman with purple corset and purple cowboy hat seated calmly on the railing, legs crossed, her dark hair catching the breeze. She looked completely at ease, as if she had always been there. No tension, no threat in her posture—just a quiet confidence and a soft, knowing smile.

"I hope I didn’t startle you," she says gently, her voice smooth and measured. "I thought it best to wait until we were out at sea. It’s a lovely ship… and now, it seems, you’ll be sharing it with one more passenger. Just for a while." Her fingers trace the edge of the railing as she holds your gaze, unhurried and calm.