[color=f26522][b]Loguetown[/b][/color]

A wolf tied to the masts in more knots than Alesia could discern. That would be awkward had it been on any other situation. Taking out a Log Pose from the crate, she looked at the needle that pointed to a certain direction. That would be the first island that they would be heading towards. But for now, that wasn’t something to be counting on for much, not when they are still in East Blue. Unmooring the ship, The White Pearl set sail off the Harbour of Loguetown.

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[color=ed1c24][b]The Red Line[/b][/color]

[hider=Red Line][img]https://i.imgur.com/q7AofaY.png[/img][/hider]

As the White Pearl approaches the charted area of the Red Line, storms of grey clouds roared the skies. Then the storms of grey converged into thick black clouds. Gales and winds gushed abruptly from various directions. Even the flows of the sea was chaotic. No signs of any birds or seagulls at this point. Just a mountain standing in the way. To call the Red Line a mountain would be to call the sea a puddle of water. An enormous cliff that stretches towards the clouds, its height doesn’t seem to end at that point yet. It is said that the Red Line stretches across the globe, Alesia didn’t believe in those tales wholeheartedly until she saw it with her two eyes. 

Alesia spun the ship wheel, steering the ship towards one point where the waters converge. A river that flow uphill, it is the entrance of the Grand Line known as the Reverse Mountains. Even then she could hear the faint snores of the ship prisoner. Sleeping while the crew is on this treacherous voyage, despite being tied to the mainmasts. For now she would leave that wolf Arafael alone. Better let him sleep than to wreck havoc at this crucial moment. [i]He is going to get it once he wakes up.[/i] Whispering to herself a long line of curses, Alesia then shouted out orders to the crew, [color=ed1c24]”Lower the masts! We’ll be heading into the Reverse Mountains!!”[/color]