Feathers a Blaze

Gentle Feathers
Baker Island was what most call a temporary island a place one wouldn’t think to stop at for more than a few hours to a day at most the reason being it was one of the few islands that was littered at the beginning of the Grand Line just a few hours travel from the exit of the reverse mountain and following the incident with the rookie Pirates braking into the Grandline one would assume most sensible people would avoid this island sadly such was not the case for a sole person who was one of the lucky few to enter the Grandline a week prior to the battle.

Seated in a rather rowdy bar full of drunk towns men and sailors alike Lilith silently watched the proceedings with amusement dancing in her amber eyes whilst she rocked back and forth on the back legs of chair she was seated in with her legs gracefully crossed and propped upon the table in front of her while clasping a pint of liquor in her arm. It had been a few weeks since news of various Rookies banding together to brake into the Grandline which was matched by a force of marines reached the world luckily enough she was able of make it into paradise a week before the events took place something she was thankful for.

As her mind began to wonder over the events that occurred she was forcibly ejected as the door to the tavern was forcibly kicked open startling everyone inside.