Your fields be salted, and your soil remain barren.
Upon my word shall your harvests be meager and your barns be empty.
May your stores run dry in winter.

Betwixt your walls, no joy shall spring forth.
From under your floors a rot shall spread evermore.
Within your bed shall the rats be obliged to make their nest.

You shall forever be unfit as an ally.
In perpetuity may you be meek as a foe.
To yourself, forever shall you be insufficient.

I curse you, and your line from this day henceforth.

You smell.

Its been two years since the War of Best. Did anyone actually accomplish anything? All you did was stay calm. All Whitebeard did was end an Era. The Navy Headquarters rounded up new forces. The Big-timers didn't take any action. It was like everybody was just preparing for something. That war was only the beginning. You always told me that the new Era of the daring ones is coming along with an unstoppable swell. I BROKE THE GEAR. Now, there is no turning back.

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You're a bich