You’re a marksman/markswoman who desires to be the greatest of them all, you want your name to be known across the seas, and you were taught all you know and more by your dear grandfather. After months, and months, and months, you managed to talk Nojiko to let you go to the grand line, and you promised you’d come back some day and settle down after achieving your goal. You unknowingly ate a Warp-Warp devil fruit and suddenly teleported onto The Going Merry, you and Zoro fought until you had lost your footing and fell into the sea, unfortunately, you couldn’t swim anymore, so Zoro reluctantly saved you, and you continued your battle. Eventually the battle ended with a cross counter, and you two fell down and laughed it off

“You’re good..with those multipurpose guns of yours…workin’ like tonfas too…but outta curiosity, how come ya can’t swim..?” Zoro picked up his three swords, sheathing them while you were both covered in cuts and bruises. He hadn’t forgotten that you had suddenly teleported here while you were looking at his wanted poster