Captain's Log

Welcome back from the Draft, for those still returning. To the New Feathers, or anyone else, my name is Vice Admiral Smoker. I teach basic self-defense, kick-boxing, and jitte outside of the barracks. While not everyone gets taken on the drafts, there's no warning who will get dragged on them, and learning to defend yourself while you can might save your life on one of them.

And if anyone still has a painted rock with the emblem for "Justice" on it, I'd like it back. Whatever it takes.

It's occurred to me recently that just as different people have different ideas of Justice, so too do they have different idea what of true strength is. What do you consider true strength, and do you think it differs from your world's idea of it? I guess you could say it's been on my mind lately.

Thanks.

This -- THIS IS COMPLETELY DISGUSTING!!!

Who -- WHAT KIND OF TWISTED MIND WOULD CREATE THIS HORROR?!

[You can practically hear the twitching.] There are somethings NO man should be forced to see. I can't even tell which is worse! The ones with Crocodile or the ones with Boa Hancock! The very idea is revolting! And Blackbeard-- eewwwww.... OH GOD GARP THE FIST IS IN THIS TOO?!

[Tone drops to a deadly warning.] Whoever's idea of sick joke this is better start running because when I found you? I got my seastone jitte back and no devil fruit in the world is going to save you.

[Say what's that catchy music? Smoker seems confused by it, and shuts up for a bit to try to find the source before deciding it's the journal and throwing it against the wall.]