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The following tale is an excerpt from the journal chronicling the adventures of the Dread Pirates.
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It was a quiet day in Kiyoshi Village, as was the norm. It was a peaceful village that many residents saw as a safe haven within the tumultuous waters of the West Blue. Yet this was where a certain field reporter found himself, in search of a good story. His instincts told him that he ought to be here, and he always trusted his instincts when he was off chasing a scoop. He had good instincts too, it was the reason he was close to being promoted to work the Grand Line. He was sure that if he just turned in one more good report, he would get that promotion. Though if asked, he couldn't truly say whether that was what he wanted. He didn't know what he wanted. But his gut was telling him that this village was the best place to be right now.
Drinking a light glass of white wine at a local restaurant, he watched as a small ship pulled into the port. Ah, now I'm craving a nice port. Maybe I should order some dessert. As the crew left the docked ship, one of them seemed to be arguing with the others, but they were too far away for the reporter to make out what they were saying. Not that it mattered though, quarrelsome sailors was no story in and of itself. Still, he would keep an eye out to see if it would lead to anything. After placing his order, he went back to reading his book.
The young sailor walked away from his crew fuming. Or rather, his former crew. They had unanimously decided to kick him off the ship, and it didn't make any sense. He's the one that would deter pirates from raiding the ship during a voyage, but they claim that he was too violent. He supposed it was no coincidence they chose to dismiss him after reaching this village; there shouldn't be any fear of pirate or mafioso while they were here. Whatever. They can get wiped out by vicious criminals now for all I care. They said that he could come back to grab his stuff at any time before they sail off again in a few days, so that was why he was empty-handed. Though it's not like he really owned a whole lot to begin with. I guess I'll come back after I find a place to stay for a while then. But first, I could use a hard one.