It was a rainy day in Alabasta. Considering how it never rains here, it’s quite the delight. People are out on the streets hopping in puddles; splashing around in the water and having fun. Looks like the rain might stay til then.

Lighting strikes as a certain man walks with an umbrella in hand. He hears a Pug whine bear on the streets. An umbrella goes over the Pug’s head—the man looking out towards the city smoking a thick cigar. “Rain…” He says with a low voice and a puff of his cigar.