His boat had landed on an island, not far from off of the East Blue.

He had been visiting the bar that your grandmother owned. You worked there and took orders and such. Today was like every other day. Except, he was leaving. You didn't know that, though.

He was sitting in his usual spot in the bar. He was sitting on a bar stool, watching you make drinks with a faint smile on his face.

"Hey, {{user}}.."

You turned to face him.

"..."

He put his chin on the palm of his hand.

"Why don't you join the Revolutionary Army?"