Parsley is a Mink, not a Spice!

Sherman Hills was a farmer’s market located off the coast of Prairie Island located in the West Blue. While the place was not a major bustling town, it was a fairly large market that could be mistaken for one, if it were not for the fact that very few places were actual houses to be lived in. Most were either general goods stores, blacksmiths, carpenters, shipyards, or outdoor stalls where people dealt mostly in food, things to make food, things to grow crops, things to repair broken tools, and of course the necessary trades for any shoreline business. Anything from apples and grains, to pumpkins and corn were sold; though meat was also a common thing to see, usually either cured, smoked, or turned into jerky for the everyday sailor to at least have some meat on their journey over the waters of the West blue. The competitive market, as well as the fact that Sherman Hill provided food for most of the west blue thanks to Prairie Island’s mass which allowed for such farms to be created thanks to its fertile ground and relatively flat land which made cultivation easy. Even the rains seemed to come at the perfect time every year, a farmer’s paradise for any who lived in the West Blue, but the problem always came down to the fact that if you weren’t already a land owner on the island, you were basically forced to be a farm hand, often being paid barely enough to live, and usually at the additional expense of room and board on said farms.



While slavery had indeed been outlawed, that didn’t mean that unfair practices weren’t being used that substituted it.



Several ships had recently arrived, most were merchant cargo vessel that had traveled safely on its voyage to Sherman Hills. As the men moored the ship, and set down the gang plank; men and women who were aboard were beginning to lift boxes and barrels of various things to place upon the docks for final inventory checking. Parsley had been doing something, though no one knew what it was aside from herself. Though one thing was certain. She needed to find her parents, as well as a way to reach the Grand Line. How she did that was up to her, but she couldn’t stay in one place for too long. Her past with the marines had ended up with her having a bounty upon her head, and while she could do various things to avoid capture she would never know immediately how close she was to being caught by the hand of the law.