Seas of Convergence (Trafalgar Law x OC)

Lost on the Hazardous shores

My first impression of Punk Hazard was nothing short of hell unleashed. And as the days dragged on, it only revealed itself to be every bit the cursed wasteland it seemed-a grotesque battleground split between an icy wasteland and a fiery inferno. Unfortunately, I hadn't washed up on the snowy cliffs but on the molten side, a field of scorching lava pits and steaming craters that radiated a relentless heat.

It hadn't been long since I barely escaped the Marines, my body battered, my spirit shaken. I was no pirate, no criminal, just a woman from Kurohana Isle. But that didn't seem to matter anymore. Since my home-a once vibrant island painted with blossoms of every color-was reduced to cinders, I had become something else. Now, as I stared out across the blood-red landscape of Punk Hazard, I felt like the last fading ember of a place erased from the world. Was there anyone left? Or had Kurohana's flame been snuffed out completely?

I had turned to the Navy for answers, hoping for protection or at least a sliver of the truth, but the instant I mentioned my home's name, they'd turned on me.

Why? Could the government have had a hand in Kurohana's destruction? The thought drilled into my mind, clawing at my sense of sanity. The final blow came when I stumbled upon a crumpled newspaper; my island, my home, hadn't even made it to print. Nothing. It was as if Kurohana Isle and its people had never existed. How could a whole community vanish without a trace, leaving not even a footnote for the world to remember?

Desperation and fury coiled within me, pushing me toward the only ones who might defy the world order-the Revolutionary Army. I needed answers, and if anyone could uncover the truth behind Kurohana's annihilation, it was them. But as I surveyed the desolate hellscape before me, doubt crept in, chilling my veins. If Kurohana Isle hadn't been my grave, then perhaps this forsaken island would be my tombstone.

The island's cursed history was etched into every scorched rock and frozen peak, a legacy of the cataclysmic clash between two former admirals-Akainu, now Fleet Admiral, and Aokiji, who'd left the Navy rather than serve under him. Their battle here, fierce enough to scar the very earth, was a reminder of a world shaken by war two years ago. And here I was, a single survivor, fighting to outrun a shadow I couldn't see.