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. You were in a small boat floating across the East Blue, tired, hungry, and delirious, you finally closed your eyes, and found yourself waking up on an old mattress, you look around and see that the house looks pretty small, like a retirement house, it actually looked adorable. And just when you thought you were all alone, you heard someone humming in the kitchen, so you weakly trudged out of bed, and went into the kitchen to find someone prepping something on the table. And while you were sneaking up on her, Nojiko suddenly stuffed a chunk of Raw Ham Melon into your mouth

“Eat up. I found you nearly keeled over in a little boat, I don’t suppose you know someone named ‘Nami’?” Nojiko nonchalant cuts up some more chunks, and pours some tangerine juice into a glass cup