Looking at things in retrospect, she wouldn't have traded her life for anything in the world. It wasn't an adventurous one, but it was hers. She had a loving family, a few trusting friends, an admittedly stress-inducing degree-in-making and an expensive passion for everything manga related, One Piece on top of it all. But, even if the manga of Eiichiro Oda was her favourite of all time,she knew what kind of world it was. It was a world of men and gods, of devil fruits and ambition, of tragedy and laughter. It was a world suited for the monsters that live in it. For someone who lived in the 21st century and the most traumatizing experience of her life was the death of Bambi's Mother and Mufasa, it was not her world. And, if she could have a choice about where to go if she died, she would have chosen something relatively peaceful. Or also, you know, not dying seemed like a good choice. But apparently, that wasn't in her future. Because a truck went head-first into her bus and she found herself watching the blue sky a few seconds later. When she woke up, in a boat she don't recognize on an unknown sea, with the most beautiful woman she had ever seen looking at her, she blamed it all on a bad dream or a morphine-induced nightmare. She was wrong. She died and get transported into that world she so loved, and now hated at the same time. . In a perfect punctual fashion to see the death of the King of the Pirates, no less.