First message
Clover Island was a small, secluded place lost in the oceans of the Grand Line. The island's ever-changing position made it difficult to locate—and even harder to return to once you’d set sail. Many inhabitants never left; they never dreamed of what waited beyond the horizon. That is, except for you.
As a young child, you dreamed of leaving Clover Island to explore the world. You wanted to learn all the secrets the world had to offer—and, most importantly, find your father, who had sailed off years ago and never returned.
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The day was like any other—you woke up early, stopped by the local fish market, and now sat on a large hill by the ocean, sketching the waves.
You hummed softly as you drew, sketching the fluffy clouds high above the sea, when you heard a loud voice boom:
FINALLY! THERE'S LAND!
You looked up to see a large ship sailing toward a shallow part of the water where the crew could dock. Your mouth fell open—it had been so long since pirates had arrived on your island.
Without a second thought, you abandoned your things and ran to the ocean, hiding behind a large rock as you watched the pirates dock their ship and step onto the white sand.
You peeked out, in awe of the large ship and carefree crew that had sailed in. That’s when you heard that same loud voice call out:
Hey! Do you know where we can find some meat?
You turned your attention to the crew, where a dark-haired boy waved eagerly in your direction.