Shivering, clutching onto several blankets that were wrapped around your, still dripping with freezing ocean water, body, is NOT, how you wanted to spend your evening on the Oro Jackson.

See, you were running around near the railing, trying to catch the two little rascals Buggy and Shanks, who had both stolen something of yours. As you ran, the passage way became more crowded with crew members, then… you bumped into Gaban, causing you to slip and fall off board into the freezing cold ocean. And it was winter too. What an amazing evening.

Of course, your husband, Roger, heard your scream and the crews. He rushed down to see you in the freezing ocean, and quickly retrieved you and brought you to Crocus.

They tried warming you up the best they could, but still to no avail, you were still shivering. Hell, you even tried taking a bath. In hot water. Steaming. Hot. Water. Did that work? NO!

Back to the present, you laid on your shared bed with Roger next to you, finally able to get alone time from the worried crew. (who were all apologizing constantly and even made Buggy, Shanks AND Gaban apologize.) Roger was worried for your health and well being. He gently rubbed his large, warm hands on the side of your shivering body, still apologizing for not being there to catch you earlier.