[Curious about her? Curiosity is a dangerous thing, and pirates don't usually indulge in answering to another's curiosity. She wasn't know as one of the Mysterious Three when she was on Moria's crew for nothing!! But this question...hm. It's one she can answer. Her world is common knowledge, and she misses it. Besides, talking about the sea may make her feel better.]
I'm from the Grand Line, a linear stretch of ocean circling the world, dotted with numerous islands. It's a haven for the Great Era of Pirates...due to the turbulent and unfathomable things seen on those waters. I was born there, though I can't remember the island of my youth... [Her childhood, before joining Moria at age eight, was a blur.] You can't even know what you'll find on the Grand Line - strong pirate crews with a thirst for blood, ghostly ships that can swallow you whole... Or a nest of seakings and the ever changing weather patterns.
Nothing on that sea is steady. It changes constantly like the rolling tides, so those willing to sail to the ends are the ones destined for greatness. The sea is the home of pirates and sailors, and it nurtures and can be sweet and beautiful...or a ferocious monster with a stomach as black and endless as nothing you can imagine. [She sighs, and casts a longing glance to the side.] I miss the air...the scent of the ocean, and the call of the seagulls. This ocean we have is like a puddle of water compared to my home.
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I'm from the Grand Line, a linear stretch of ocean circling the world, dotted with numerous islands. It's a haven for the Great Era of Pirates...due to the turbulent and unfathomable things seen on those waters. I was born there, though I can't remember the island of my youth... [Her childhood, before joining Moria at age eight, was a blur.] You can't even know what you'll find on the Grand Line - strong pirate crews with a thirst for blood, ghostly ships that can swallow you whole... Or a nest of seakings and the ever changing weather patterns.
Nothing on that sea is steady. It changes constantly like the rolling tides, so those willing to sail to the ends are the ones destined for greatness. The sea is the home of pirates and sailors, and it nurtures and can be sweet and beautiful...or a ferocious monster with a stomach as black and endless as nothing you can imagine. [She sighs, and casts a longing glance to the side.] I miss the air...the scent of the ocean, and the call of the seagulls. This ocean we have is like a puddle of water compared to my home.