"Ferrin Witches are the best healers in the world, but their numbers are declining. Many are leaving their island home and the bloodlines are getting weaker. Or that's what the report says."

"Vice Admiral Garp, weren't your wife and daughter-in-law both Ferrin Witches?"

"Yes, Sir, both were quite powerful Ferrin Witches."

"Well, Gentlemen, today is the day we make history." The rose to his feet

The rest of the five men stood up and left the tiny room and walked into history with the execution of Gol D. Rodger.

Ferra Island

"Sara!" called an old woman as she walked through the woods, "Monkey D. Sara, where are you, girl?"

"I'm up here, Sira Ruka," called the black-haired, blue-eyed girl from a tree branch high above the woman's head.

"Get down here, girl. You can't be up in the trees like a moon-bird," called Sira Ruka, her old body shaking with suppressed laughter.

"Oh, all right, "replied Sara, shifting her position in the tree, as she tried to get down.

Sara managed to get down the tree without much trouble. She stood in front of Sira Ruka, both girl and woman's white robes billowing in the breeze.

"Look at you, girl, you've gone and gotten your robe dirty again," tsked Sira Ruka, brushing off some of the dust from Sara's robes.

"Sorry, Sira Ruka," laughed Sara, with a goofy grin.

Sighing Sira Ruka beckoned, "Come child, let us go."

Sara followed Sira Ruka back toward the main Ferra Village. This was the day that Monkey D. Sara would become a full member of the Ferrin tribe and a Ferrin Healer. Each new full tribe member received a crescent moon tattoo around their left eye. The color of that tattoo was different for each class member. Red for the warriors, yellow for the craftsmen and so on. Sara's own tattoo would be blue, meaning that she was a healer.

11 years later

Fuusha Village

"Luffy! Where are you?" called Sara from the doorway of the small house, "That boy, he can't get away from those pirates."

"Hey, Sis, Luffy did eat breakfast, didn't he?" asked a boy with messy black hair, "Just let him…."

The boy sitting at the table had fallen asleep while eating his food. Though his face was covered, Sara could hear him snoring. Sighing, she walked over to him and pulled his face out of the food and laid his head next to the plate. Sara, laughed, picking up the rest of the plates as the body sat up, dazed, and continued eating again, food in his hair.

"Oh, Ace," the boy looked up when Sara called his name from the kitchen, where she was cleaning off her and Luffy's plates, "There's still more food if you want some. Just be sure to clean the dishes you dirty."

Walking out of the kitchen after putting up the dishes, Sara grabbed her jacket and bandana. As she headed for the door, Sara heard Ace say, "Whatever."

She laughed, opening the front door and left the house. The road to town was long but it was a bright day. With little clouds in the sky, today would be a good day. At least that's what Sara hoped for as she walked into town.

Fuusha Village was a small harbor town on Dawn Island on the Red line. It was not a very big village, Fuusha, about 300 people or so, but it was famous for its windmills. Rarely was Fuusha frequented by pirates, but recently they had mad port in the village for the last eleven months. Sara laughed, if you could call them pirates, all they seemed to do was party. Well, at least, it kept her working and sort of kept Luffy out of some trouble.

Party's bar was empty, save for Makino, the bar tender. Sara pulled her hair back and put the bandana on, so that it held back her hair.

"Ready for another day, Sara?" asked Makino.

"Yeah, have you see Luffy? He was gone before I finished making breakfast," said Sara as she vaulted over the bar.

"He came by here twenty minutes ago. He was looking for those pirates. Luffy has an interest in them," replied Makino, picking up a glass and towel and began cleaning.

"Yes, he has," laughed Sara as she headed back to the small kitchen.

Sara was stoking the wood burning stove, when Ryuren appeared at the back door of the kitchen area. Ryuren, the former owner of Party's bar, was a fifty-two year old who never seemed to stop working. His brown eyes were always laughing under his fading, messy, brown hair. Ryuren was carrying groceries, today. Like clockwork, Ryuren always seem to appear, when Sara fired up the stove.

"You're late," commented Ryuren when he saw Sara.

"So says the man that never sleeps," replied Sara, turning away from the stove to help Ryuren with the food. Ryuren laughed out loud, a bark like sound.

"Saw you brother, Luffy, down by the docks. He was waiting for those pirates."

"That's my brother. He's wanted to be a pirate ever since Shanks and his crew came here. Gramps isn't too thrilled."

"Of course, he isn't. Garp's a Navy man. Wait, how does Garp know about Luffy's wanting to be a pirate?"

"He called through transponder snail at a Navy post in the town of Kaishou. So I went and we talked. I let it slip about Luffy. So, we may see Gramps here in a few days, which means I'm going to have to watch Luffy and Gramps."

"Well, in that case, I'm sure Makino well let you have a little time off during those days."

"Yeah, she will. In fact she's giving me the whole week." With that all the food was stored or ready to be prepared.

Sara was beginning to prepare the vegetables and Ryuren was with the meat, when suddenly there was commotion in the front area. Ryuren stopped what he was doing to check on Makino. He quickly came back and beckoned Sara to come too.

"Hurry, Luffy's been injured."

Sara dropped what she was doing and followed Ryuren into the Bar area. The mayor, Woop Slap, was standing there looking very distressed.

"There you are, Sara. Hurry, Luffy has been hurt," beckoned the mayor as her sped out the door.

"Luffy, what did you do?" whispered Sara as she hopped the bar and followed the mayor to the small clinic.

When Sara entered the main area, the mayor led her to where Luffy was crying and bleeding from under his left eye. Sara rushed past all the villagers and pirates, to Luffy's side. When Sara started looking at the wound more thoroughly, she noticed it was not as deep as she first suspected.

"I need a clean gauze, water, cloth, needle, and sutra string," ordered Sara at the people behind her.

"Yes Ma'am!" came an answer from behind her.

"Luffy, little brother, you have to stop crying. You're only making the wound worse." Sara's voice was calm and reassuring, "What did you do to yourself?"

"O-o-okay," sniffled Luffy as a man appeared with a Medical kit and another with a basin of water, "Well I wanted to prove that I was good enough to be a pirate, so I stabbed myself."

"Oh, Luffy," sighed Sara, "That was a foolish thing to do.

Taking the cloth that she had soaked in the water, Sara began to clean Luffy's face. The wound was too close to Luffy's eye, that Sara feared it maybe damaged. She worried she would have to use her Ferrin abilities to heal the wound and lose not only her secret but possible Luffy's eye. Luffy needed both his eyes. After the bleeding had stopped, Sara began to try to heal Luffy with her Ferrin abilities, though she had to be careful.

Being a Ferrin Healer outside the island of Ferra, one was not exactly welcomed with open arms once they found out. People didn't call Ferrin Healers, Ferrin Witches for nothing. Some said that the reason the Ferra could heal like that was a devil's curse. It was not like any other people of the world could knit flesh and bone.

Thankfully Sara had nothing to worry about, thee light coming trough the open window was just right that it looked as if both Sara and Luffy were glowing. Sara began to concentrate on Luffy's wound. She could feel the energy growing inside of her. When she could feel the tingling of built up power, Sara slowly released the energy into the wound. Too fast and the wound would start bleeding again and there would be more damage. Slowly the wound began to heal, but the amount of energy Sara had left was quickly diminishing. She really needed to learn to build up her energy better.

Realizing she would not have enough energy to fully heal Luffy's wound without her not being able to stand let alone walk, Sara quickly stopped healing after she felt herself get very light-headed. The now much shallower wound was not healed well enough for Sara liking but, it would not give Luffy any more problems. So Sara began to stitch the rest shut.

"Ow!"yelled Lufy.

"Oh, shut up. This is what you get stabbing yourself," growled Sara.

She was way too tired to deal with him right at the moment. When as was done, Sara stood up and turned to the small crowd of people, now she noticed that most were pirates and only a handful were villagers.

"Luffy's going to be fine. The wound only looked bad," announced Sara as she gave a tired smile to the crowd.

A collective sigh went through the crowd. Patting Luffy's head, earning her a loud 'hey!', Sara headed out of the clinic back to Party's Bar. She could hear the whispers and didn't want to deal with them. When Sara entered the bar, Ryuren and Makino were waiting for her.

"Sara, are you alright?" asked Makino worryingly.

Sara realized that she must look terrible. "I'm fine but if nobody minds, can I rest in the back room?"

Both Makino and Ryuren looked at each other, then at Sara. Neither one spoke for a fraction of a second as Sara stood there swaying from weary. It was Makino spoke first.

"Of course you can, Sara," replied Makino as she went to help Sara into the back room.

"Thanks," mumbled Sara as she sat down at the prepping table and fell asleep for an hour to regain her strength.