It was a cold and mist-filled dawn in Loguetown, a city on the Polestar Islands in the East Blue. The air was humid and moist as glass windows on most of the structures appeared fogged and hazy. Along with this, morning dew dribbled across the surface of plants and various greenery, creating a scenery that embodied both aspects of calmness and tranquility.
At least that’s what most would think.
Mornings such as this one was quite uncommon in Loguetown. With such a sight, most would see this as sign of good fortune or a premonition of prosperity. However, the locals knew better. Every time this occurred, an event of great significance usually takes place; whether beneficial or detrimental to them, that they could never predict.
Suddenly, the spectacle that was Loguetown immediately turned eerie and unnerving as a hauntingly beautiful melody, from what sounded to be a violin, echoed and resonated throughout the island.
However, many of the island's inhabitants were still lost in the realm of sleep thus only a few were able to appreciate and/or rue the melancholic yet captivating tune. But alas, this was quickly put to an end as the music was abruptly ceased. Rays from the rising sun had begun to shine down and pierce through the thick blanket of mist that concealed the town, revealing what actually was taking place unbeknownst to the slumbering residents of the island.
Several ships of varying sizes had docked unto the port of Loguetown with a few others still out at sea; some were simple dinghies, others were grander in appearance, while the rest bore Jolly Rogers. Along with this, numerous suspicious individuals had managed to enter the confines of the city and began to interact with the locals.
Dressed in civilian attire, was a man common in appearance and demeanor. A person that was in no way out of the ordinary and definitely plain as could be. He was quiet as he continued to observe his surroundings, noticing the different new faces that filled his town. He continued to walk, trying his best to remain cool and composed, but it was obvious that he was uneasy and his body began to fidget and perspire at an uncontrolled manner. Suddenly, away from the prying eyes of those around him, he had pulled out a Den Den Mushi from the inner pocket of his coat and spoke.
“Si-sir, I be-be-belieeve the ru-ru-rumors were t-t-true. W-w-we were t-too late. The c-c-city of Loguetown ha-has been i-i-inva-vaded by p-p-pirates.” Said the young ensign as his voice continued to tremble in fear.
On the other end of the line, the initial response of whoever it was the marine was talking to, was a mere prolonged sigh. But soon enough, a proper reply had followed.
“I guess we have no choice then. Report back to headquarters and prepare yourself. We will be taking action quite soon.”