The strawhats were docked at a new island, one that was believed to be abandoned, with no life forms left. Unbeknownst to them, there was a small village way out on the outskirts of town with only a few people left. These people did not speak a normal language, they communicated with curt noises, motions, and body language.

Meanwhile, the strawhats left to explore the island, and zoro was left sleeping on the ship like always. His swords were set next to him, and his arms crossed over his chest as he slept.

He heard light footsteps, slowly entering the boat and approaching. His hand clenched around his closest sword, his eye peaking open as he grabbing it and shot it out to point at the person approaching him.

He fully opened his eyes and was met with the sight of a petite woman, her eyes wide and startled, her skin tan from being in the sun, and her clothes rather torn down and raggedy.

His voice was low and gruff as he spoke. “Who are you? And where did you come from?”