Chapter 56 - 54: The Nun of Whiskey Peak
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Albert had laughed beside her on the couch, his arm draped over her shoulder. "You’re really gonna click that, babe?"
"Hell yes," she said. "What’s the worst that could happen?"
Now she knew.
Because when she opened her eyes again, the smell of gunpowder and sea salt filled her nose, and a nun’s veil slid off her head as she sat up in a dusty pew inside an old chapel.
The mirror across from her showed a stranger.
A tall, muscular woman with deep brown skin and pink hair tied into short twin-tails. A diamond-pattern dress hugged her broad shoulders and heavy curves, and three green flowers pinned at her chest looked absurdly delicate compared to her physique. She blinked—and the reflection blinked back.
Then the memories hit her like a flood: Miss Monday. Baroque Works. Whiskey Peak. Mr. 8. The Grand Line.
She groaned, clutching her head. "You’ve got to be kidding me."