Every night, just on the other side of this island, there is a restaurant beside a hill no one is allowed to set foot on. Only one man was seen going to the top of the hill, every night. And every night, someone joins him up there, but no one ever is seen entering the area, aside from the blond cook who ran the restaurant. Seven gravestones stand there, and an eighth grave stands, with three swords as the head stone. The man who that famous cook spoke to every night is believed to be the pirate hunter turned pirate, who died twenty eight years ago. And the graves around that man's burial, slightly newer, are the graves of the crew he was part of for so long. First mate of the Straw Hat Pirates, Roronoa Zoro, died age twenty two, leaving the crew in despair. But rumor has it, that someone heard the two talking, and found that after he died, his soul stayed with the ship for three years before he was buried here.
"Wow! Grandma! That's amazing!" the little girl at the old woman's feet bounced in excitement, her older sister behind her, thinking.
"Hang on now. I haven't finished my story yet." She sighed.
Just three years ago, the cook died. He was buried beside those graves. But the strange thing is… all nine crew members are still seen at night wandering through the town, the swordsman always getting lost, showing up at the restaurant at least an hour after the scheduled time, the cook chasing after him. Once they all arrive, they drink until morning. Then they vanish as if they had never been there.
"Grandma Perona?" the older girl asked thoughtfully.
"Yes dear?"
"You speak so fondly of these men…"
"Two are women." She cut in quickly, before allowing her to continue.
"Ah. You speak so fondly of these pirates that one would think you have met these ghosts…"
"I have. I drink with them frequently. But I know them personally. I was with the swordsman only a year before his death. He trained so hard… such a prideful man…" Perona sighed, tears springing to her eyes at the thought.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you!"
"Of course not! Don't worry! Ask whatever you like." At this point the youngest got bored and ran off to play.
"What were they like?"
"The captain was so bight always, his first mate, the swordsman, was reasonable and calm… though he and the cook always fought. The cook was a Ladies man… got him into loads of trouble… The navigator I didn't like too much. I never really spoke to the others much…except the sniper. He was so negative…" She smiled.
"Reasonable and calm…" she look teasing at Perona. "Your type, eh? What would Grandpa say?"
"Your grandfather ran away with that crazy 'Akagami' Shanks!"
"Sorry, sorry."
"Say… would you like to meet them?"
