Red Despair

The boat pulled into harbor finally, having drifted through the seas to home. Well, what was once home anyway. Every time she thought of it, bad memories followed. Waves lapped against the hull of the ship. The woman was surprised how busy the harbor was; a veritable center of trade. Had it always been like this? She disembarked, the small sailing crew watching worriedly. Was it that bad? Rhi overheard one of them saying she had screamed in her sleep a few nights in a row when moved closer to the islands. Rhiannon would admit that the nightmares had increased when she sensed how close they were. For now, she'd focus on resupplying the ship for a trip home and gathering what additional information she could. Her devil fruit had turned up some odd and intriguing articles of course; namely one that mentioned Her. The pirate shivered as she once again forced down a rising sea of memories, fear, and unbridled terror. With those cheerful thoughts, Rhi blended into the crowd, making her way through various establishments. It was going to be a long day...