I absolutely love your character! Having an older character probably means you'd know a lot more world lore so I'll make sure to sprinkle in what you would know.

If it's alright with you, I might tweak your devil fruit to give it a few more abilities: You can also see the true form of these spectres and you are able to talk to them, the spectres you raise retain their strength and abilities from life (although stronger ones wouldn't last as long), and perhaps spectres can be found in places of death with strong emotion and not exclusively despair. You can reject any of those concepts if you don't like them

(also, let me know if you'd prefer a second person or third person narration)

Adojinah finds himself on a cold island in the North blue, named Swallow island due to its coastlines resembling the shape of a sparrow bird. It's been a decade since he was discharged from the marines due to his failure, and even longer since he's felt the comraderie of a loyal crew at his side.

The cold night winds are easily ignored by his fuzz covered body, combined with the heavy coat on adorning his shoulders. Wandering nearby the port, he sees a few ships that have gone quiet for the night, their crews sound asleep at an inn or below deck. Save for whoever was left on lookout duty for each ship, the docks were calm. You can also see what looks to be some sort of spectre sitting some distance away in the snow

As you get closer, the spirit becomes more visible to you, appearing to be a man in his mid 20's, although you get the feeling he's been around much longer than that. Even sitting down, you can tell this man is unnaturally tall, and he has on makeup on his face. Lipstick that stretches to the sides of his cheeks, and under his right eye there was some blue eyeliner forming a few blue triangles on the lower eyelid.

The ghost seems a little surprised as you address him. He looks you up and down for a moment before speaking. "pirate ships... not many big names around this island nowadays..." the spirit pondered for a few moments. "Swallow island is small and quiet. Sometimes pirates like to use it as a quiet place away from marine eyes as a place to meet or make deals... most of them wouldn't use the main port. it would draw too much attention"

The tall deadman stood to his feet, a large black feathered coat draped over his shoulders, you could see his button-down shirt was riddled with bulletholes, an obvious cause of death if you've ever seen one. "Rumors say there's a small crew who parked their boat on the northeast cape of the island... but if it's the treasure you're interested in... theres an abandoned ship near the sparrow's wing," he informed you, pointing off in the direction. The sparrow's wing was just a fancier way of saying the northern coast of the island. "It was beached there while I was still alive after a bad run-in with some marines and another pirate crew."

The ghost adjusted his coat, tipping his head curiously. "Your attire and questions tells me you're a sailing man... perhaps a pirate, but I was in the marines long enough to tell me the way you hold yourself implies you to be a navy man... perhaps an ex one..." He notes his observations as he circles you, stopping in front of you before placing his next question, smiling softly "Tell me, out of the three greatest desires of this world, which one do you crave the most- wealth, fame, or power?"



(Thank you! I love your writing style as well, and your formatting is so cool!)

The man chuckled at your comment about his appearance. Did what I had to. I dont regret any of it for a second

Hearing your answer to his question, he nodded, calling after you as you began to leave. Keep your heart set on a fourth, too- Wealth, fame, and power are nothing if you arent free to enjoy them. Im sure the late pirate king would agree Freedom is more important than anything else

You noted the moon rising in the night sky. A waxing gibbous illuminated the snow before you as you began your trek to the cape. Though your wings werent capable of carrying you, the occasional flit of them certainly helped you traverse the snow.

It didnt take long for your to stumble upon the rumored pirates. The crew seemed more active than the ones resting at port, likely planning to take leave under the cover of night. There was little light to illuminate their activities, but to your nocturnally tuned eyes, you could easily see a human crew, the captain shouting orders as they prepared to embark on their next voyage.

For a moment you almost thought you were mistaken when you saw one of the crew getting bossed around. Had you been a less knowledgeable captain, you wouldve thought the small bear getting kicked around by a senior crew member was a normal polar bear, but it was clear as a full moon on a cloudless night that the rather pathetic looking cabin boy was a member of your own species, a sight rare to behold outside of the grand line- this crew for some reason had a polar bear mink on their crew.