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It had been a long time he had spent on Water 7. The longest time he spent on any island. He thought to himself as he sat on the docks, feet dangling off as the sea foam sprayed about in the air with the waves rolling back and forth. Just listening to the sounds of people docking their ships here made him think about what it was like when he got here, and how he got here. Willow O. Omens, The Seeker of Death, the constant runaway, finally found a place to call a home, and travel safely with.
As he reminisced, Willow took in a deep breath and leaned back, looking up to the clouds while he drifted off into a little day dream, remembering just what transpired to bring him here. First it was a grand escape from Lhao Zhuu, the traveling islands, destroying a powder store just to make a distraction and get off and onto the ship of another crew. From there it was a travel from one island to the next, finding himself leaving the Grand Line and off to the North Blue. From there it was a travel to the SOuth, then the East and then finally the West.
Each time he left the ship he was on, and made his way to the next crew to stowaway with. Willow smiled to himself as he remembered just how many people he bamboozled, how many gullible people there were for a good story just to get their entertainment values. That so many people could be placated just as easily. He sighed to himself while he moved his thoughts from those people to the crew of black market deliverymen that he rode into Water 7 with. It was nearly a month ago at this point, he ruminated to himself.
Flashback begins
It was about a month ago, give or take a few days, and the ship he rode in on with Captain Daz, a green haired and bearded man who wanted to get to Water 7 to make a delivery. "Alright boys, get ready to finish dock-HEY! ARE YOU LISTENING?!" He shouted at his crew of ten, making sure that they were listening. They were listening with sparkling eyes to the story of Willow. He had been telling them a story as they were preparing to dock, and now that they had weighed the anchor, they could focus on the story finishing before finishing the docking.
"--and that's exactly how the great Goryuenmitsu was felled by a single hero, using nothing more than the sword he had oriingally owned, turning out to be the strongest sword to ever be forged. No one knows where the sword is now, some say the legendary hero was buried with the sword, others say the sword was broken and a piece of it was forged into each of the Meito we have today. But one thing is certain--the skeleton of Goryuenmitsu helped forge The Red line, or so the story goes." As he finished the story, everyone was busy clapping and wanting to hear more, but it was time to get to work on finishing docking. Willow just smiled while they went to work.
He made it. Back from the blues to the Grand Line. And on Water 7 no less. Things were looking up. It was harder to stalk someone on the Grand Line, wasn't it? At least that's what he told himself.