"Hold tight, ladies!" Liza screamed, pulling tightly on a rope. The rest of her crew was scrambling around the deck, trying to keep the ship afloat in one of the worst storms they had ever seen. The Grand Line was famous for its destructive weather, and they were trying their best to survive it.
"There! I see a break in the storm!" Manilla, the ship navigator, yelled. She was a chipmunk mink with soft brown fur and pink hair that had been on board for a year.
"Roger!" Caroline yelled, turning the ship starboard. The shark fish woman was their helmsman, and was better at handling the waves than anyone Liza had encountered on the Grand Line.
After sailing in that direction, the crew took a collective sigh of relief as they reached daylight. Cheers erupted from the crew that they survived another storm on the sea. Once to safety, Liza took a look around at all the friends she made since leaving home.
Since leaving home, she had gone through so many adventures, picking up new friends along the way. Currently, she was sailing for the next island on her adventure to become pirate queen. She currently had a bounty of 380,000,000 belli.
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