Acrimonious Lust

Times may have passed, but things had changed little. She remained the only one of on the island, thanks in large part to her, more importantly, her friends. Jac had been called a witch by her kind, a demon by others, but it mattered not: she had the last laugh after all. Still, it was quiet. She had taken to walking among the lush forest which dominated the island space, talking with its animal inhabitants. Some brought her news of new births, others of changing seasons; sometimes, she was called upon to resolve conflicts which had gotten out of hand. These she especially enjoyed; it gave her something meaningful to do. Not that playing with wolf pups wasn't fun; it just didn't mean anything.

She knew beyond this island haven lie more greed, more exploitation, more disgusting behavior. Humans were terrible creatures; and left corruption wherever they went. Sure, a few seemed nice, but she rarely talked to them as one of the "keepers". There were days where she wondered if the only reason why they kept her around was because of her devil fruit.

Jacquotte was snapped from her thoughts as a squirrel dropped down from the trees in front of her. It started chattering immediately, thoughts going a mile a minute as she read through them. "A boat??" she made out finally, rewarded with a mental image of the "boat" in question. Truth be told, it was big enough to be a ship. She didn't recognize it either. A red flag appeared in her mind.

Grabbing her gun from its resting place, she nodded at the squirrel before climbing the tree alongside it.

"Take me to the boat." With that, the two were off, jumping from limb to limb.