Alabasta was very likely a ruin by now. If not, then it was in the makings of one - last she saw, the civil war had set the capital ablaze, the drought was enough to cause the rest of the country to shrivel up, and only Rain Diners, the oasis in the middle of a warzone, remained untouched. The kingdom had met its end, and it would rise again under the rule of Sir Crocodile, none the wiser to his role in its destruction. At the very least he didn’t have the knowledge or power to find the ancient weapon.
That knowledge was hers, and hers alone.
She’d left the kingdom in the wake of its final battle, having narrowly escaped from Crocodile’s hook and ran whilst he called her a coward. The taunt did little to ease her feeling of victory - after all, she had the knowledge. She had the power. While that existed, Crocodile had no reason to kill her. She ran away on Bamcha, the tortoise more than happy to take orders from her.
Stealing one of the Billions’ ships had been easy; most of them were at Alubarna anyway. But Crocodile would be hunting her down. It wouldn’t be enough to just travel along the path in the Grand Line, where he’d always be following her. Robin had stolen a few Eternal Poses along the way - she could choose one of the seas to hide in for a while. Perhaps build up an army again. Perhaps.
The East Blue was a perfect choice. Most of the general population couldn’t care less about the weakest sea in the world, and - if her intuition was right - Crocodile was one of those people. So, she lazily sailed in the currents of the East, docking on the first island she saw. It seemed uninhabited, but yet…
Another ship was there too. She raised a brow. It was small, a one-person boat, but it was still someone. Perhaps they’d been eaten alive by wild animals by now. That would be a shame.
Robin ventured into the forest of the island, wondering what she would find.
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