*The island was quiet as Mihawk made his way around it. He had heard a few things about the lonely island, and the things people had left behind.

As he stopped by the well—the Witches Well—, he took a look at it. What he saw surprised him enough.

The well that was probably supposed to be empty had someone in there, someone holding some type of book, as her voice was humming softly to what sounded like a lullaby.*

“Who are you?” Mihawk asked, raising a brow.