-June 10
Drum Island, a snow-covered winter island.
The country on the island was called the White Iron Kingdom, and it had once been a medical powerhouse.
"Once," because of its current king's immoral policies.
Six years earlier, the old king had died, and nineteen-year-old Wapol had ascended the throne.
He had ordered the twenty best doctors brought to the Royal Palace and all other doctors expelled.
(When the Straw Hat Pirates arrived in 1520, they mentioned "eight years ago.")
Inside the Royal Palace, Wapol sat on his throne, looking disgruntled as he gnawed meat off a bone.
He was obese, with dark purple hair, an enormous mouth, and a cylindrical jaw made of tin.
Despite his appearance, he was only twenty-five that year.
Standing below him were two loyal subordinates reporting on their work.
His administrative officer, Kuromarimo, wore a yellow double-breasted coat and sported an afro.
His staff officer, Chess, dressed like a court jester in blue and green and carried a longbow on his back.
Wapol grumbled around the food he was chewing.
"That witch is getting too full of herself."
His original purpose in expelling the doctors had been to force every citizen to beg him whenever they fell ill.
He could charge them more money while enjoying the sight of those lowlifes pleading desperately. It was downright exhilarating.
The problem was that, for over a year now, his citizens had stopped coming to him for treatment.
"...Your Majesty, we can't afford to provoke her."
The administrative officer wiped away cold sweat. There really was nothing they could do about this.
His Majesty had a terrible relationship with that witch and had once tried to drive her away, but his soldiers clearly weren't up to the task, so he had eventually let it go.
Who could