“Gold Roger, Keheh…That was just the name the news gave him. Who knows why. Government always doing something shady it seems.” “His real name, and the name everyone used to know him by was ‘Gol D Roger’ most from my generation remember when the news said that before his new posters came out.”

“I heard stories about how he wasnt ashamed of his initial. And wore it proudly.”

"But then, some years before his exectuion. There was a big campaign to change and get rid of all of his posters. Stirred the press up in a frenzy. Seemed like the World Government or someone didn't want the most infamous man in the World to have that initial on the posters. Seems like they've been a bit lenient recently. From what I've seen, no ones had that Inital changed regardless of the bounty on their head."

Kirk stopped quickly, eyes going wide at the sudden seriousness, before slowly sitting back down, Noir following in suit while also looking mortified. “So Leroy and Roger.. share an initial? Why would the government try to hide that?” Kirk tilted his head. “That's… odd.” What was so special about a middle name that the government had to hide it? What rumors could people have about an initial?

"Yeah. Seems like everyone that has it makes waves in the world some how. Influencing one person, being an influential person. Catalyst. What have you. Seems like its the one thing they have in common."

"Heheh. And what's that?" Kirk pried

"Change."

"Wait a second. From your generation?” Noir blinked innocently before suddenly jumping right back into his lovey dovey attitude. “You must be joking, dear! You barely look like you're over 20! What's a spring flower like you talking about being in a generation from years ago! Especially before his bounties!”

"Keheheh..." She would laugh as she stopped leaning on the counter. "Mister, I'm 140 years old!" What? That couldn't be right. She looked maybe at most in her 50's...Youthful 50 at least. But this was true. Oslar has been around for over a century. Her family was renowned for their youth, but it went beyond that with oslar. Decades and Decades prior to her 80th birthday she had figured a way out to stay youthful for ages...

Noir AND Kirk’s jaws hit the table at the number…and the only difference between the two then was Noir… blushing. The cook started to tug at the collar of his suit for a second. “Hahaha!” Cue that awkward laugh. “W-well! That's a great joke, ma'am! Nothing could make me believe a delight like you could ever be that old! Even if that WAS true and possible, I certainly wouldn't mind!”

"Hey! What do you mean by that you perv!" She says delivering a smack to the back of his head "I know I've kept my youthful glow! But doesn't mean I'm not 140 years old!"

“AACCK-” Noir’s head snapped forward and he held onto it again, already feeling a bump forming. “I didn't mean a-any harm! I'm so sorry, ma'am!” “Enough with the pervy talk, we reeeeeally need to get back on task.” Kirk quickly reminded.

"Right!" she says lifting off of the counter and walking to the door. Upon opening, harsh winds blow in, causing the fireplace to flicker. Snow flakes invade into the cottage before melting from the inside temperature before they have a chance to land Dr. Oslar looks behind her self as she slips on a jacket. A serious look on her face "You three need to stay here. I'll be back shortly. I know just how to help"

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"Or rather. Who" She says with a small snicker before the door slams behind her. Leaving the three alone in her cottage.

Noir looked up, still rubbing the back of his head as Dr. Oslar left and frowned a bit before looking over at Kirk. “…you think she likes me?” A visible vein popped from Kirk’s forehead before another good wack was sent to Noir’s head, sending him face first into the table. “Not a chance. Focus for a few seconds, dumbass!” The fishman sighed and looked at the door. “Now… we just gotta wait.”

During all this conversation between the old woman, Kirk and Noir (Trying to sleep with the old lady), one might wonder where Kale was, what his input was on this situation... Kale had fallen asleep in his chair. Slumped forward, eyes shut and sleeping quietly, It just seemed no one noticed at all.

*

The Truth was.

There was no Monster out in the woods. The one that the Towns people had spoke of.

Many years prior, there had been sightings of a monster. But that was during a full moon. Dr. Oslar had been out hiking a month later and came across a young rabbit mink. Ragged in breath and practically naked. Only wearing the torn remains of their clothing.

They seemed young and youthful. But in reality, had been far younger than she'd thought. The thing that confused Oslar the most, was they seemed to be stunted. Both Physically and Mentally. As if they'd had no contact with outside life. And come to find out. That was exactly what happened.

The Rabbit Minks' name was Kanin Dezzi. They'd been a slave...Sold. Before escaping. Such a young age.

It was clear that due to what happened. The young mink had a hatred towards her and humanity. But had an inherent protective nature about them. From the way they would comfort injured animals, to the way they seemed to have a keen eye for medicine.

And so. Over the years. Oslar practically adopted Dezzi as her own. They lived with her. They were a son to her. And she feed them all the Knowledge she could to them. Allowing them to learn and hone their skills. Then one night just after the Attacks at the hands of Blackbeard and their 5 man band of a crew wrought destruction on the island.

Dezzi was in a hurry to help the people of the Island. And had been out for too long. And by the time they had gotten back to the cabin, They were too late. The full moon was high in the sky, and it caused the monster that had run rampant for years before to be unleashed for the first time in almost a decade.

Oslar had been working hard to try and find something that would allow Dezzi to control their monstrous form, so that they didn't need to wait on full moons for day to come. But that day, Oslar tried to reason with Dezzi, only for them to have their mind lost. And smack away their mother. Injuring her.

Her injuries prolonged the recovery of the town. But it didn't stop her. It didn't stop either of them.

Because it was Dezzi that had protected her, and made up for her injury when she was attacked by the Embear. And it was them who bandaged her hands.

To Oslar. Dezzi was the best doctor she knew.

*

Oslars boots crunched beneath the snow. Out to a small shed behind the house, a small light on in the tiny window on the door. She knocked a few times before calling out "Dezzi. It's Doc"