"You call this art, get out! Come back when you have talent and respect!"
"No master, please!" The mysterious girls suddenly sat up from a bed. "Huh, but the forest… those people…how…" she then noticed Chopper was by her bed. "Ahh a monster!"
"What no I…" Chopper didn't have time to explain as the girl immediately yelled again.
"Ocean's Blue!" Chopper's face was instantly covered in a majestic painting of a seascape.
"Ah my eyes!" Chopper yelled as the girl ran out the room. As she ran out of the bedroom she smacked right into Zoro. "
Oh it's you, hey just wondering how do you get this gunk off?" he said pointing at the angelic painting still attached to his face.
"I…I" the girl stuttered as her eyes began to circle as she passed out again.
"She really has an issue with fainting doesn't she?" said Zoro as Chopper nodded in agreement.
When the girl next awoke she was back in the bed but alone this time. She looked cautiously around the room, "Maybe it was all a bad dream" just as she was thinking this a knock came from the door. Nami's voice came from beyond the door,
"Hey I'm coming in now would you mind not doing the face painting gag on me? That's the least you could do after shooting at us."
"Ok you can come in." the girl replied warily. As she said that Nami walked in.
"So do you mind explaining just what's going on here?" Nami asked.
"I'm really sorry I thought you were someone else." The girl replied as she bowed her head in forgiveness.
"Who else would come here, we only found this place because our captain's an idiot."
"Sorry, the only people who could know about this place are the Mediki."
"Mediki?"
"The Mediki, they were a low ranking noble family." Robin said as she entered the room. "However, they were known for being avid art collectors, their collection was said to rival that of kings. But, over the years they faded into obscurity and took their collection with them."
"How long have you been there?" Nami asked.
"The whole time, although I'm now beginning to understand this situation a little more; this island is Pittore isn't it?" Robin's question was directed at the girl who nodded in agreement.
"That name sounds familiar, wait! You mean the art island? Where some of the greatest art in the world is made? I've heard anything from Pittore sells for millions!" Nami's eyes had become Beri signs at this point.
"However, around 20 years ago the island and all its inhabitants disappeared, despite the island still showing up on log poses, some people thought it sunk into the sea. Now I see that the island had really just been hidden by that elaborate mural we went through" Robin was calmly assessing everything that had happened so far.
"But that still doesn't explain why the island disappeared." Nami replied.
"I can explain." The girl said "although I only know what my master told me."
"Your master?" Nami asked.
"Yeah, Da Vinco." At that name Nami's mouth gaped open and even Robin showed a little bit of shock.
"Da Vinco! The last great master, his paintings… they're…they're worth billions!" Nami said with her mouth still agape.
"Well I guess master did have a reputation but to me he was the closest thing I ever had to a family."
I was abandoned by my real parents I don't know where I even originally came from. All I know is that master found me when I was just a baby and brought me back here. Master was odd that way, he would often go to far-off islands to get art supplies, despite this island have an abundant supply of materials. The first real memory I have is being brushed by Da Vinco's mustache on this island. Da Vinco was a man in his late 50s when he brought the girl back to Pittore, his defining feature was a handlebar mustache that fused below his lips to form what looked like a fluffy white beard.
When I got older master would take me around the island and show me both its natural beauty and town, which held countless galleries, filled with every kind of art imaginable. "Wow" the girl said looking starry eyed at various art forms that littered the streets. "Vivivi" laughed Da Vinco with a smile on his face "So you like these thing but which one do you like most?" he asked. The young girl pointed toward a gallery that held only oil and water color paintings. "Painting is what you like ok, then from now on I'll be you master, I'll teach you everything I know so that one day you can be a great artist too, vivivi!" So for the next few years master taught me everything he knew: brush types, brush strokes, painting styles, even art history. But then one day… "Da Vinco!" an artist from town had burst though to Da Vinco's studio, he was out of breath, "this is bad it's the Medikis!"
To be continued…