Cropo Island. A very warm, humid, and beautiful tropical island in the West Blue. Personally, Grey had never seen anything like it, and it's beauty marked a very vast place in his heart. Walking through the streets, for the first time Grey had decided to hide his identity. He was wearing a robe over his normal clothing, and a hood on top of his head. He had finally gotten his bounty after the little mishap in Ohara, and he hoped that he would finally get recognized here in Cropo. The hard reality was that he wasn't going to get recognized for shit, and all that was going to happen was that he was going to be deemed weird by most for him trying to cover up his identity.

Yet once arriving at the very beautiful island, Grey felt a very weird vibe other than the fact that it was an island that could be thought of being too good to be true. The weird vibe he was getting got confirmed when he realized that there was literally nobody in the streets. Why was nobody out in such a beautiful, warm, day like this one. Grey would've expected people to be all outside, kids to be roaming the streets and having a blast, but all he was seeing was emptiness. The streets were empty and it seemed like so were the shops. What the hell might've been going on here. Grey had little to no idea, and it didn't seem like he could ask anyone.

As he wandered the streets of Cropo Island, he began to search for any sight of humanity in this Island. While it might have been a summer day, it seemed like nobody was even alive on this Island. Weird indeed, Grey thought. What he was supposed to do was not enlisted but he decided to look inside houses, maybe that could prove to give him some insight.

When Grey approached one of the many civilian houses in the area, he began to hear the sounds of whips clashing against skin and the roars and shouting of other people. He didn't know what to make of this, and this was the first time Grey had ever heard or thought of something this extreme. He knocked on the door. Knock, knock, knock.

Grey waited to receive a response, he didn't really know what to expect. Then when a very young and  beautiful female opened the door, he was shocked. Despite her beauty, Grey knew what was happening. It was obvious, at least to some extent. It seemed like this lady was getting abused by her husband, or by some man in the house. She tried to hide her tears and her wounds, but she couldn't hide them as well as she believe she could.

"Hello Sir? Would you like anything?"

"Oh yes, is it possible for me to be able to talk to you Madame; outside most preferably?"

The young women looked inside before she gave her response, and it seemed like she normally would need approval before leaving the young. She shot Grey with a simple yes, and walked out very cautiously. Grey didn't want to cause any trouble in town but if he had too, he would. It was just Grey's nature, it was how he was raised, how he grew up. He looked at the young lady, and held each of her wrists, looking at her straight in the eyes.

"What is happening here."

Grey felt like the woman was holding back, out of fear that something might happen to her. The only way Grey could have gotten her to speak was to assure her.

"I assure you I will protect you if anything happens to you. Please, just tell me what is happening here. I might just be able to help."

"But Sir... I cannot. Bad things will happen to me if I do..."

"Trust me madame, if you tell me now your words and your breath will not go to waste. Why is there nobody in the streets of Cropo? What is happening to you in your own house. I'm sorry to put myself in your personal affairs, but I am worried here."

"Sir, you cannot do anything for us. So even if I tell you how are you suppose to help us."

"I'll fight whoever the hell is doing this to you all, I'll beat them to a pulp, I'll make them regret the day they were born."

"These men are Marines, you would be going against the World Government if you fought them."

"Miss, do you think I care?"

As he said that he brought out his wanted poster, and showed it to her. He couldn't get himself to give her a smile, or anything delightful. The mood was too sour.

"I am already a wanted man, I do not care what happens onward. All I want to do is help the lot of you."

"Ok Sir, I'll explain... Two weeks ago, we were as cheerful and joyous as any island in the West Blue. That was before the Marines populated our lands. As they came, they brought many ideals that we didn't agree with. These made us and our children slaves, and make us work for them. They make us produce products for them to sell in the underground. They are corrupt brokers, men that do not fit the name of the Marines..."

"Trust me Miss, I'll help you."