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Despite herself, Ilsa managed a watery chuckle. "Webll Willb bwee bwammed..." she managed to blubber out...before she promptly passed out.

"Big Sis? Big Sis! Yo wake up!"

At the feeling of someone slapping her, Ilsa instantly replied with a merciless punch upwards as she blindly sent someone flying. They went off with a yelp, and around there was a cheer. "Hooray, she's awake!"

Ilsa managed to blink her eyes open. She was surrounded by Frankies, who were all oddly dressed in scuba gear. A submarine was floating in the ship entryway behind them, and they all looked like they were two minutes short of going diving. "Good thing you got here!" the HF sighed in relief. "We were about to embark on a daring adventure to rescue you when Big Bro Ado came up and said you found the blueprints!"

Ilsa looked down. Still clutched in a death grip was the chest, and she was immediately uplifted with both exhilaration and the many excited arms of the Frankies. They threw her in the air as they all hooted, and Ilsa waved the chest above her head. "Yatta! I got it, I got it!" she chanted.

They went on giddily for a while, before Ilsa came to a realization. "Oh right! I gotta get to lazy-obachan's house!"

"Yosh! Let's go!" cried the Franky Family.

And so, at four in the morning, Ilsa and the Frankies began to pound noisily at the doors of the Fire and Ice Tavern, hollering loud enough to wake a deaf person. "LAZY-OBACHANNNNNN!" Ilsa screeched. "CHILLY-OSSSSAAAAAAAAANNNN!"

"Lazy-obachan!" Ilsa said excitedly, ignoring Adorei and walking right in. She extended the chest out, grinning widely. "Shishishi, I got it!"

"She got it! She got it!" the Frankies were cheering outside, gathering the combined frustration of the neighbors. Myra merely smiled sleepily, taking the chest. "Ahh, much obligied little sailor." she nodded drowsily. But remembering what Adorei said, she gestured Ilsa to a couch. "Hey you've been up all night no? Take a nap, Adorei can make sure I clear the evidence."

"Well..." Ilsa found her mouth cracking with a yawn, and she shrugged. "Okay. But you gotta burn it. Promise?"

"Promise."

And so Ilsa was out like a light, snoring on the couch as she laid splayed out, exhausted from an night of wild antics. Sitting in front of the newly lit fire place, she turned to the locked chest in her lap. "Shigan," she whispered quietly, before piercing the lock open with her finger. It crumbled away at the force, and the chest creaked open as she lifted the lid.

Inside, dry and thin with age, were the blueprints. But as promised to Adorei, she would not read past the cover. But the cover was enough proof that they were the real thing. With both the flag symbols and seals of Tom and Gold Roger, Myra could only sigh in amazement at the piece of history in her hands. "The ship that went all the way around the world," she said, putting her face in her hands. She was almost loathe to not reda further, but a promise was a promise. She shut the chest and stood up.

But as she picked the blue prints up, something fell from the pages. Surprised, Myra looked at her feet. And in paper, younger than the blueprints themselves, was a letter. And the name "Franky" was written across the front.

Shock was the least of it. And she turned to Adorei uncertainly. "Adorei? Did you forsee this?"

Myra looked puzzled at his retreating back, before reading th letter.

To Franky,

If you've found this, no doubt you've seen the marvel of my finest creation know to man. Even Puffing Tom couldn't match it eh? I hope you too have gone to birth great and mighty ships of your own skill, and you did it all with a don!

But this ship means more than just freedom and the ability to go wherever you can dream. It is also the reminder to the world of what a weapon such as Pluto can become if bent to the proper will. This ship may never sail again, but the potential of the future is limitless as the neverending ocean. Go forth in this world and you're sure to buiild great things!

Tom

Myra smiled, sighing softly as she threw the blueprints into the fire. The blue paper burned up immediately, swallowed by the flames, but she hung onto the letter. It was a greater treasure than the blueprints.

"Ilsa," she eyed the snoring sailor with interest. "What curious stars were you born under, I wonder?"
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"Waaaaah!" cried the Frankies, "It's already time for you to goooo?!"

"Oh stop all that crying," Mizuki snapped as they saw Ilsa off. "It's unbecoming of men! Besides, goodbyes are never forever right? Knock it off!"

"A deal's a deal, right lazy-obachan?" Ilsa said, "I fufilled my debt, so I gotta keep on going until I get home to Fishman Island!"

"Mind the Sea Kings," Alix noted.

"And be sure to drop back by," Myra added with a grin, still in her pajamas as they waved her off in the early morning.

"Gero, gero!" Sushimi was croaking his own goodbyes to the tadpoles, who gurgled back as the pair went into the water. "Oi, Ado-kun!" Ilsa waved, "If you don't hurry we're leaving without you!"

"Could I get another Tall Mug of cola here?" William said from his corner seat, raising his mug up to show it was empty. He'd been drinking soda like this for hours. He'd aklready had 50 refills, and showed no signs of getting full or of getting fatter. "I know I've drank a lot but I can make it up to you. I swear. How about if I cook for you? I make a mean stew, and one hell of a cup of coffee if I do say so myself."

William downed the drink rather quickly. "I Understand fully what you mean by that. But I can't get drunk, And I'm more than able to handle a few marines, be they wet behind the ears or drenched in their careers." Then he sighed, "I was born in this town if you remember correctly. I've only been in 10 fights, and haven't lost a single one." He sighed and rubbed his chin while stretching his mouth open in a yawn, "Now then, Let me show you a thing or two about cooking stew," And he started walking toward the main bar, in truth heading for the area behind it and the kitchen.

"No need to be so hostile. I grew up in this area, you might remember me as that fat squirt who always came in here for sodas. Took ten years, but I slimmed down," and he smiled a genuine smile. "Though I guess I never wisened up." Then he scratched the back of his head. "But I can see that neither has anyone here. We haven't changed, any of us, No matter what some of us have consumed." He was referencing the devil fruit he had eaten, the munch munch fruit. His tone went from happy to serious as he said that word. "If you wish me gone I will be, But allow me to enlighten you. The admiral has likely been receiving reports of entire ships going missing, with their crews being found floating adrift or awakened in a port they couldn't have reached without help. The ships are not missing at all, they're right here..." and he patted his stomach area. Then he walked slowly out the door and once outside, he headed for the beach where he'd tied up his dingy.

"I'm not interested. Besides, The family should never have to know what I am. I would prefer they keep the memory of the fat little boy who loved cherry soda and giving hugs." Then he untied his dingy and said, "If you want to come with you'll be going first class. But I warn you, If you can't swim, don't even try to get out of the dingy." "By the way, You can drop the act. I know full well your rank."