He was already dead...but she [i]did[/i] eat him? Just where exactly had she ended up?

She had encountered stranger things than cannibals with her old crew, it was just surprising that something like that would be in West Blue. Most groups like that had been conquered a long time ago by the World Government, though a few remained in East Blue and the Grand Line. Still, she supposed it didn't really matter. Edgar was long gone, and - to her surprise - this girl was apparently a shipwright!

[color=crimson]"You're sayin' all the right words now!"[/color] Siobhan returned her grin with one that looked like it might just cast away the storm above all by itself. Raising her thumb, she jabbed it lightly into her own chest. [color=crimson]"I'm Siobhan! Grace D. Siobhan. If you're half the shipwright ya claim to be, then I'll let ya come along an' join my crew!"[/color]

But of course there was some catch. There was always a catch with these kinda things, if the stories her old Captain used to tell her were any indication. In this case, it was...marriage?

[color=crimson]"Forced to marry, ya say? Well, that doesn't matter now that I'm here!"[/color] Siobhan pounded out, once again slamming her case down onto the beach. If she wasn't swimming back, then she'd might as well change into something more suited to land. [color=crimson]"Let's just build that striker-thing and if any of em' come here, they can eat me fists in the place of weddin' cake!"[/color]