"Any ships coming in today?"

A few people gathered around a man holding a paper.

"Let's see..." He started. "One ship entering East blue... Wow, Five going into West. But none for South or North... There is one ship entering the Grand line from West blue... But nothing else."

"Does the ship need any more people in it's crew?" An excited, young man asked.

"Nope... It has everything it needs." A wave of groans and sighs went over as the group broke up.

"Here's to hoping a ship comes through tomorrow…" One of the marines said to another, a bit disappointed. "yeah, right. We're just gonna be stuck here for the next ten years, like some of the others."

"Seven." The one doctor corrected. "Well, at least I've been here for seven years."

"Sheesh, how old are you?" He shot.

"Twenty-five." She responded, a bit flustered. "You?"

He tilted his head to the left. "I'm Nineteen, been here for two years."

"you're young."

"I'm old enough."

"For what?"

"To be a marine."

She smirked. "I never asked you if you were old enough."

He studied her for a moment. "So why did you want to know my age?"

"Curious."

"You sound like an idiot captain. What rank are you, anyway?"

"Doctor." She responded quickly, perking up a bit.

"Why are you so eager to leave, If all you're gonna do is heal people?"

She thought for a moment before responding calmly. "Why are you so eager to leave, if all you're gonna do is die?"

His eyes widened. "Injury isn't the same as death."

"Well..." She began walking in circles around him. "who do you think heals those injuries?"

He eyed her. "Doctors."

"Exactly. And without them... You wouldn't have lasted this long. Neither would I."

"Why, exactly, are you telling me this?"

She stepped back. "Felt like it."

She looked over to the other marine. "You're right, by the way. Here's to hoping a boat comes in tomorrow."