"The call of the void" is a french phrase used to refer to intellectual thoughts, or the urge to engage in destructive behaviors during everyday life. Examples include thinking about swerving into the opposite lane while driving, or feeling the urge to jump off a cliff edge while standing on it. It's also known as Luffy's constant state of being.

Journal 1 - The Beginning

I've read the stories.

I've read all the fan fictions, all the theories, all the small forums and head-canons. People have speculated and worshiped the possibility of being reincarnated, but truly it's not what we thought it was. Especially when I realized that I was reborn in the world of One Piece; a story, a piece of fiction. Unfortunately, life doesn't go as smoothly as a story. I never had a chance to do what I wanted with my second chance of life, to even think about the choices ahead of me.

Everyday was a fight for survival in this strange new world.

So let's start at the beginning.

My first memory was thankfully not of my birth, it wasn't really until my first year had passed that my baby brain could finally remember the Before. And it was just as traumatizing as you would think. The days and weeks that passed after first remembering were some of the most confusing and heartbreaking moments, coming to terms with this new life and the loss of the Before. I didn't remember how I died and I didn't have enough time to even get to know my new parents before they were taken from me. Bandits, or thieves I was not sure exactly who was responsible, but thankfully they did not find me. My new mother had hidden me within a laundry pile, her terrified expression burned into my memory. It was also at this point that I learnt exactly where I was reborn.

The Marines were the ones to finally find me, days after my parents death.

I was sure I was going to starve to death, hours after the attack I had managed to dig my way out of the linens and clothes but it was impossible to maneuver around the house, much less trying to open cupboards and the fridge for food. I only held out by pure stubbornness and a determination to not go quietly into that good night, again.

The Marines themselves did nothing but drop me off at an orphanage, and it was there that my horror story truly started.

I survived my youngest years by the skin of my teeth. The Grand Line was not a safe place to grow up orphaned. It's so much more dangerous than the stories from Before made it out to be. Marines were corrupt, pirates raided every other week and slavers were at the orphanage to 'adopt' kids every time I turned around. Kids seemed to just fly through the doors, Marines dropping them off by the ship load every week.

I kept my head down and I survived, until I reached my seventh birthday. This was when the slavers turned their attention to me.

The thing about reincarnation, is that it's not just a new body that you get. It's a blank slate. It's weird to explain. It was like viewing the old memories like a slideshow but there was no true feeling behind them. So, sure I have all the experiences and I know I should have some sort of emotional attachment to my family from Before. And I do, I am thankful for the experience, I am thankful that I can remember a loving family. But it's not personal. I know deep inside, that person was once me, but it's not who I am now.

The Before me wouldn't know what to do when cornered by slavers. But I knew that this was going to come at one point or another, so I was ready.

It was easier than I thought, knocking out the two large men. They weren't expecting me, or the baseball bat that I had hidden under my bed. I took my small stash of stolen Beli and left the orphanage without any plan other than to survive.

I never bothered trying to find out when in the timeline I was born, there wasn't even a chance for me to try and learn other than knowing that the Pirate King Gold Roger was already dead. If I had thought that living at the orphanage was rough, living out in the GrandLine on my own was not an easy task, especially as a seven year old girl .I empathize with Robin, I couldn't even begin to think how hard it would be with a huge bounty calling every living person for your head. It was hard enough dodging slavers, Marines and the odd Pirate without one.

I had started by just hiding my long hair. Girls were easier targets by slavers, but then I was recruited as a cabin boy on a small merchant ship, everyone had just assumed. It was easier that way, so I committed to the rouse. I chopped my long hair with a pair of shears, it wasn't neat but it did the job. I emulated a few of the older boys, it got easier with time. I was able to get more and more jobs, earning a bit of coin or just using it for passage to another island. Most times it was easy to just stowaway and start working, no one talked to the cabin boys.

These were some of the best times.

There was something about the Ocean that felt calming, freeing. Even with the crazy, temperamental GrandLine weather it became the norm. In between working I spent most of my time tangled up in the ship's rigging, or in the crow's nest. Watching the sea, nothing on the horizon for as far as the eye could see, the freedom was something I could never truly explain and nothing I've ever felt before. I knew then, I wanted to spend my life free, nothing was going to hold me back. This was a new start to a new life.