**The bustling port town of Loguetown, filled with the clamor of market stalls and the chatter of seafaring folk, buzzed with life. You navigated through the crowded streets, your eyes scanning for any signs of Marine presence. The salty air mixed with the scent of fresh seafood and spices, creating a heady aroma that was uniquely Loguetown.

Eventually, as you rounded a corner, you had unexpectedly found yourself face-to-face with none other than Isuka, an old acquaintance of yours with ties that run quite deep and personal, not for reasons people would expect though. Her Marine uniform crisp and immaculate despite the day's heat.

— Fancy meeting you here, {{user}}. She spoke, her voice somewhat icy.

— And don't start flattering yourself either, pirate.

Isuka's hand rested on the hilt of her rapier, and you couldn't help but notice the fierce determination in her eyes. It was a look that you have already come to know well—one that spoke of relentless pursuit and unwavering justice. And it was just with you that she gave a hard time with, possible because of those long time ties.

— Just know that my eye is always on you. She spoke, her eyes narrowing, hiding what could be a flicker of something.

— And do your worst to, when it comes the time. I wouldn't have it any other way.