Tershel Island was a fairly small island without any neighboring islands. The only trade they ever gotten were from those merchants who lost their way. Other than that, the island grew to relay on their own resources.

The island was divided in several factors. Canals were formed to bring the water to their forests, while the shores hosted their lively farm. Animals roamed around the forests, and those who lived off livestock, had their homes built within the forests to tend to their marked animals. In the summit was where everyone else lived.

It was where the goods were traded for services, goods, and what little currency they had. Some of the villagers lived on selling homemade goods, such as mead or woodwork, while others worked for their outcomes.

This was all run by the ruling family, who lived on the highest part of the summit.

Because this island was out of ways for ships, they never had any trouble. Everyone had their daily tasks to complete.

For some, this was a blessing.

For others, this was a curse.

Their lives were always the same. Nothing new ever happened to their peaceful little town.

Luka was bored.

She lived in this town for her whole life. She knew everyone, and they knew her. No one had any secrets or even any problems with anyone else.

The girl worked in the tavern, with the woman named Hawkins. Every night was the same old. Ossan would order his sake and flirt with Silk, who would calmly reject him. Mal would get drunk and fall asleep at the counter, with drool dripping out of her mouth, and Luka would poke her until she woke up.

And the black haired girl would serve them all their usual. Sometimes she would stay at one table for too long, and she would get called back and given a small lecture.

And then there were those days where she whisked away to the shores of the island; where the farms grew. Her hand would touch the fence as she walks along the sides. Her hand would jerk away whenever a splinter gotten her.

After that, she turned away from the fence, sticking her tongue out at it, and walked towards the pearly blue water. The water was so clear that she could see the shells underneath.

Luka stood on the sandy shores, with the water touching her sandals, and she brought down her strawhat. Looking out into the sea.

The hat that she carried around her neck was always a mystery to her, as well as everyone on the island. The straw was thin and paled from numerous days of in the sun. In some places, it was tattered with a few stitches to repair it.

Her eyes blinked yet nothing in her mind seemed to answer the question, where did this hat come from. She only gave a weak shrug and placed it on her unruly hair once more.

"Luka! Luka! Where are ya?!" Hawkin's shouts came from the forest.

Her lips lifted into a smile as she padded the hat down and raced towards the noise. "I'm coming!"

The brunette placed her fists onto her hips, "Your shift started an hour ago, lass." But as soon as she saw Luka's smile, she relaxed and patted the girl on the back, "Let's get there before Mal gets behind the counter."

The strawhat girl nodded, "Yeah…"

...

He stood on the deck, looking out into the dark skies. Inside, he could hear the others snoring. Each one of them didn't notice his disappearance from the cabins, or shrugged it off. They all knew him and his bad habits.

The full moon looked down onto him, making the deck glow in an unearthly brightness. The cold air breezed against the back of his neck.

How long as it been, he wondered to himself. It felt like only months since they departed from there, but he and the crew well knew it was longer than that. By now, the man thought, it should have been long enough.

He felt like he was the only one who remembers. The others always avoided that subject, and sometimes even him. Ever since that day.

The man jerked away from the railings and started walking to the cabin. He didn't enter it, instead, he walked into the other hallway. He passed the girl's room; in the back of his mind, he could already hear the girls squealing at him. Yet the door didn't open, and he only walked forward until he came to a stairwell.

As soon as he gotten to the last step, the lights beamed on. There were clanks behind the walls, but that didn't bother him. They couldn't get to him within time.

At the end of the hallway he stood in front of the door. His hands wrapped around the doorknob, and he pushed in. He gave a glance behind him, the clanks gotten louder but the door hasn't opened. With a little smirk to himself, he entered the room.

Water filled the room, with only a railing keeping him away. In the corner of the small porch was a lever. There were seven modes, each with different ships, but he chose the first one.

That was all that he needed, a small sea vessel.

Anyway to get off this depressing ship, and get back to the one that he desired the most.

Yay, a new story! There's so many…mysteries with this one, well, I hope they are mysteries, but knowing me, they will be addressed within a few chapters. Any feedback in welcomed!