A Timely Meet

Somewhere past the Grand Line

A ship floated lazily across the ocean, seemingly completely dormant. The only sound to be heard was the wind pushing against the sail, and the calls of birds in the distance; at least, that was until a massive crash and the sound of cracking wood rang out. The hull of the ship had ripped open, flooding water into the lower regions of the vessel at a rapid pace.

A woman was ripped from her sleep as the ship collided with the rocky shores of an unknown island. The glass box that she had been chained in was shattered by the debris, and she quickly shook free of her bindings. Her tail flapped wildly to fight against the rushing water that flooded the ship, before she was knocked down by a falling wooden beam and pinned underneath its weight.

"Gah, fuck!" she yelled, gritting her teeth at the pain and looking helplessly around.