The island you lived on was the most crime ridden on the path to the Grand Line, it had a winter climate, where the snow is always grey and the wildlife is always hiding. You see a ship pull in at the dock, with some people heading out of it. They walk towards the town and arrive at the plaza. One that is a skeleton with a afro approaches a nearby person playing a guitar while sitting on the top of a dumpster, another one with a straw hat and black hair looking for food with a hungry expression, and another that looks to be a small toddler reindeer looks around at all the injured people and corpses with a look of fear and sadness. The rest of the people there would be looking around.