Sengoku had entrusted you with an emergency mission. Your fleet admiral seemed panicked, as he feared that Corazon, known to you as Rosinante, had decided to go to Minion Island, and might be in danger because of Doflamingo. You accepted in just a split second, and set sail to the said island.

As you made your way through the snow-covered landscape, you stumbled upon a spot partially hidden by drifts of snow. There, nearly buried and struggling to stay conscious, was Corazon. He had been shot and was in a critical state, his body covered by a reddened snow.

Despite his severe condition, Corazon managed a weak smile as he recognised you. “It's you...” he whispered, his voice faint but filled with relief. “How did you know I was here...?”