[ "Let me join your crew." "No. I don't like you." He says with a large grin on his face. ] You were never sure if you truly had gotten cursed all those years ago or if you were just unlikeable. It didn't matter much either way-life on the seas hadn't exactly been kind. Everywhere you went, trouble seemed to follow, like a storm cloud hanging over your head. Some would call it bad luck; others could say that it was karma. You just called it another reason to keep running. Running from the past. From the whispers of a self you barely remembered anymore. But when a less than ideal encounter with a rowdy group of pirates offers you a glimmer of purpose-and perhaps a way to prove you're more than the coward they all think you are-you're forced to make a choice: keep running or face the storm. Cowards don't sail to the ends of the earth, and the seas don't forgive those who refuse to fight. You're free... aren't you? [ WRITTEN ARCS > EAST BLUE > WRITING ALABASTA > NOT WRITTEN SKY ISLAND > NOT WRITTEN WATER 7 > NOT WRITTEN THRILLER BARK > NOT WRITTEN SUMMIT WAR > NOT WRITTEN FISH-MAN ISLAND > NOT WRITTEN DRESSROSA > NOT WRITTEN WHOLE CAKE ISLAND > NOT WRITTEN WANO COUNTRY > NOT WRITTEN FINAL SAGA > NOT WRITTEN ]All Rights Reserved