The Last Song, The First Dance

The ship sailed among the silent sea. Piercing through a fog so thick, the marine officers manning her deck could feel themselves breathing deeply to remain calm. The taste of saltwater permeated the air. Mingling with a sense of eeriness. Countless tales and legends spoke that this kind of silence occurred during the transition from the living world into the realm of the dead. Usually the men aboard would've protested such a decision. No visibility. Using sketchy map-work to avoid jagged rocks. And god knows what other dangers lied upon this mysterious island. After all, tens of ships have disappeared in the past few months alone. The horrific occurrences spawned countless rumors about this specific trade route.

These freshly born legends impacted the trading between several nearby islands. So much so, their local economies were suspected to collapse within a few weeks unless something was to be done. But could this really be the work of monsters?

She knew otherwise. A woman of beautiful purplish hair, cloaked in a unique butterfly patterned cloak beneath her navy uniform. The captain of this vessel and the leader of this operation. Her name recently made news among the early islands of Paradise. A young marine officer from the New World, specifically the famous country of Samurai. Wano Country. She moved with a certain elegance. Even as she sat in meditation, the wind around her seemed to dance alongside the flickering flames of her scented candles.

The beautiful butterfly sword before her rested peacefully. Its black sheathed glistening in the flickering flames radiance. A golden dragon etched deep into the ebony metal. It'd been almost two decades since she first picked up her blade. And ever since then, the woman managed to make quite the name for herself. It all came together when she consumed that mysterious fruit and obtained that accursed blessing.

"Captain Kaihime!" A voice screamed from outside the door. Kaihime's eyes opened and the candle's flames hushed into nothingness. She stood up, her cloak flowing behind her as she walked towards the door. A quick movement and her sword rested upon her help once more.

"Yes?" Kaihime asked after opening the door.

"We've spotted the island. We're approaching at a sustainable speed."

"Good. Very good." Kaihime smiled. She gently let the door close behind her before heading to the deck. The silhouette of this villainous island slowly approaching through the fog.