She'd arrived safely on the isle of Ilusia in the West Blue, along with an intact vessel, a full crew and every soul on board she'd started out with - minus one fishman that jumped overboard. He'd be fine, though. Fishmen were impicable swimmers and would likely arrive here shortly, if not, hours before her. It didn't matter, though. The man had paid his fare and was able to do whatever he wished. All she knew was that this criminal who'd attacked her ferry was being turned in and, if there was any bounty, taking it for herself.

No one fucked with the Featherweight Ferrying Co. and got away with it. She was not about to let rumors get out that she and her crew were unfit to safely get passengers from one blue to the next. How would that look for her reputation? She surely had one by now! She'd ferried pirates, marines, criminals, villains and priests across these easy going waters and not a single one had died on her watch.

"Yes, sir... I have scum to turn in!"