As expected, Someone found the spot fairly quickly. I quickly glanced up at him, then back down at what I was doing. "OK, Assuming that you docked two to four minutes ago and not two hours ago, that would mean that you came straight here and know this island pretty well ya?" I glanced up again. "Course that's not surprising considering."

The man laughed, "So it's you."

I went back to what I had been doing, which was polishing off Ami and Ana. "Yeah, just me." I sheathed both of them and smiled up at my former crew mate. "So where's he?" I asked.

"Drunk." Came the reply.

"Well, that's not surprising either." I shifted, my eyes darting to the space behind him, "You think my being here is only going to make it worse?" I asked standing up, "Because I really don't want to be a bother, or a member of the crew again." I started for my stuff.

"No bother," He said quickly, "In fact I think the captain might be glad to see you."

I sighed, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah I'm sure." He smiled, "I'll go get him now." He went back to Shanks's ship.

I quickly put the wine away. Had he been sober I might have offered him a drink. But If he was drunk like my former crew mate had said... Then I don't need to help the hangover he'll have in the morning. I thought.

It didn't take long for Benn, Yasopp and Shanks to arrive. "Heey!" Shanks called waving his hand wildly.

"Hey!" I called back smiling. "How've you been?"

"Great!" He stumbled a little, proof of him being drunk. "you?"

"Well, I've been on this island for two weeks... so I'll go with... I've had better days."

"Two weeks?" Yasopp asked, "How did you last?"

"Blatant optimism, and maybe being insane helped as well." I sighed, "I was supposed to be at Lougetown but I ended up here instead." Benn started smirking. "What?"

"If you had just continued another week you would have made it."

"What?!" I stared wide eyed at the three of them as they began to laugh wildly. "You've got to be kidding me! If I had just continued on my way I wouldn't have been stuck on this god forsaken island!?" I wanted to beat my head against a desk of some sort. I leaned back, "What's done is done." I resolved.

"So..." Shanks said, "Since you're here, and have nothing to do... maybe you might consider-"

I cut him off, "No. I stand by what I said before." I quickly thought of something, "though I wouldn't mind a ride to Lougetown."

"Of course, glad to help friends."

I smiled, "I'd ask if we could leave now, but you guys just got here... so..." I scooted my stuff over to the far side of the clearing, as more and more people were appearing. Shanks's crew all got drunk, with the exception of all those who had watch duty the next day.

The night came and went. The next morning Shanks was just a ray of sunshine, "Shut up! I drank to much last night!"

"Well there's a surprise." I said flatly as I sat down. I ran my hand through my hair, "When do you not drink to much?"

"Oh, shut it!"

I shrugged. About an hour went by, Shanks had finally stopped complaining about there being to much sun in his face and all was quiet. I was enjoying this peace until a large shudder encased my body, that feeling settled on the back of my neck. "God damn it!" I said in a horse whisper as I looked in the vague-ish direction that the feeling was coming from. "Someone's coming." It felt familiar, but I couldn't place where I had felt it before.

"How do you know?" I heard one of the men ask.

"It's hard to explain... but I know that someone's coming, and they're powerful."

About a minute or so later one of the men who was on watch came running into the clearing. I didn't listen to what he was saying, I was just a tad more occupied by the pictures playing behind my eyes, the most frustrating bit was the fact that I couldn't actually see them. I knew they were there, and I had the faintest feeling that they had something to do with what was happening. Which really only added to my frustration.

The thing that fixed the problem was the person that caused the watch person such distress. I saw that coat, the boots, the hat, then all those images hit me. The Baratie, Don Krieg, those pirates I saw, the green haired one, Roronoa Zoro. This man, the greatest swordsman in the world. To be honest, I think my brain shut off after the rush of memories, and I wasn't able to make out most of them, but I do remember one, I knew it was from my past.

"NYAAAHH!" I had screech to an older woman, I think she was my sister. I couldn't make out her face. "NOO! I don't know what I wanted to happen but it wasn't THAT!"

"Leanah! Hey Leanah!" Shanks's voice startled me out of my thoughts.

I looked up at him, "Yeah?"

"Didn't you hear!? Luffy's got a bounty now! We're partying!" He placed a mug of beer in front of me.

"No thanks, I've got my own." I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out one of the bottles of wine. I had a faint smile on my lips, some how I knew Luffy was going to get a bounty. I walked back and was about to open the bottle when I locked eyes with him. Hawk-Eyes Mihawk. Another memory. My free hand flew to where Zoro had been stabbed. My breath quickened considerably.

"Leanah? You OK?" This was Yasopp.

My mouth was dry, "uh.. Yeah. I..." I put the wine down, "I just need time to think..."

"Think? But you've been al-"

I hastily cut Shanks off. "About stuff, things, people," Then against every possible warning sensor in my body I blurted, "Zoro." I turned as fast as I could, grabbed my things and walked as quickly as I could. I went to the place where I usually went when I practiced my sword skills. The feeling on the back of my neck was still there, but I was determined to work past it.

I stopped, glanced around, breathed a sigh of relief, and got out my swords. I didn't feel the need to try Ha-di, or Tjesu heru again. I had actually been working on a new technique. I held Ami and Ana in a cross shape, the name for this came to me in a dream. I slashed out the green energy separating from my blades. "Ritter's Cross!"

I half-smiled as the energy left a cross shape in the trunk of a near by tree. "Good." I walked up to the tree and inspected the cut, "Better than ever before." I ran one finger over the cross. I recalled what happened the first time I tried the Ritter's Cross technique. It didn't go well for the tree... Speaking of... Did I ever clean up that mess? I shrugged it off and took another step back, "It still needs more work though..." I aimed my concentration at a different tree and formed the stance again.

After I was perfectly calm and my concentration unshakeable, I slashed. "Ritter's Cross!" The green energy sped away from my blades. A more definite cross shape appearing in the trunk of the tree. I let a small smile of triumph grow on my lips.

"It's good for a self-taught technique, but it's sloppy."