There was something very different about this island...something simultaneously foreboding yet enticing. Half lush forest and half apparent warzone--An unsolved mystery, a scattered puzzle waiting to be pieced back together.

That was the essence of adventure at its heart.

"Ooh, that place is [i]weird![/i] Let's hurry and take a closer look!" Siobhan grinned broadly.

Her eyes sliding along the coast to spot a good place to land, it didn't take them long to lock onto yet another peculiar sight: a simple cabin at the edge of the forest, and a young girl on the beach, hold what looked like a hollowed out log.

Wait...

She felt like she had seen something like that before during her time on the Grand Line.

"Oh, right! That's called a bazooka," Siobhan grinned, remembering her last encounter with the weapon. "...Aw shite."

Turning quickly, she grabbed Jones and Eadgar both by the waists and without another word leaped overboard as the rocket impacted their small trawler, instantly reducing it to hail of splinters. Unlike cannonballs which could be deflected, smashed, or cut, these rockets actually exploded whenever they made contact with something.

It made them a real pain to deal with.

Popping her head up from the water, Siobhan's eyes were filled with the burning remnants of their vessel. From the air a burnt pair of newly purchased knickers fell down onto her head.

"Welp, there went all my clothes. And nautical charts. And log pose for when we were ready to hit Reverse Mountain..."

This is why she would never have kids.