Location: Rochester, New York, Earth-1872 (Temporarily). Date: Early November, just before a pivotal arrest.

I can still feel the weight of Miss Anthony’s gaze, the quiet fire in her eyes. This whole "Time Sailor" business is still utterly baffling, but meeting her... it was more impactful than any grand pirate battle. For the past few days, I've been here, in this strange past, speaking with Susan B. Anthony, a woman fighting a war with words and unwavering conviction.

​She’s struggling for something called "women's rights" and to "abolish slavery." I saw the posters, heard the debates, and it all hits so close to home. We spoke for hours about freedom. About how unjust it is that half the population here, simply because they are women, aren't allowed to have a say in their own lives, their own government. It’s so infuriatingly similar to the kind of control and oppression I grew up fighting against. And the concept of slavery here... it’s a different kind of horror than what I witnessed with Arlong, but the core is the same: one person owning another, stripping them of their dignity, their future, everything. It makes my stomach churn.

​Miss Anthony speaks with such passion, such clarity, exposing the hypocrisy of it all. She believes in every person's inherent right to freedom and equality, no matter their gender or the color of their skin. It’s a conviction I understand in my bones.

​The most troubling part? She's planning to vote in two days, knowing it's illegal for women to do so here. She expects to be arrested, to make a statement. She'll be doing it in Rochester, New York, on November 5th. My instinct as a navigator screams for her to escape, to chart a safer course, but her resolve is unbreakable. She believes this act of defiance, this arrest, will further her cause.

​It’s a different kind of bravery than facing an Admiral or a Yonko, but it's bravery nonetheless. It reminds me of the risks Luffy takes, not just for himself, but for an ideal. I can only hope her sacrifice, her quiet defiance, echoes through time and makes a difference, just as she intends. This encounter made me realize that some of the greatest battles aren't fought with cannonballs and Devil Fruits, but against institutionalized inequality. Miss Anthony is fighting a law that was specifically written to exclude women, meaning the very foundation of this society is rigged against them.

For the Millennials and Gen-Z reading this, this historical moment provides a powerful lens through which to view modern struggles for social justice. What Miss Anthony faced in 1872 is a stark example of how systemic control operates, which we can dissect into three main aspects.

​First, we see Exclusion by Design. The problem wasn't a few bad men; it was a law—a system—that explicitly defined who was a "citizen" with political rights and who was not. This mirrors contemporary fights against voter suppression, biased algorithms, or financial systems that systematically exclude marginalized communities. The oppression is built into the blueprint.

Second, her strategy teaches us about the Price of Visibility. Miss Anthony knew her protest meant jail time. Her strategy wasn't to win the battle (the vote), but to win the war by making the system's injustice visible and forcing society to address its hypocrisy. This is the essence of modern civil disobedience and activist movements: using one’s own body or voice to interrupt the comfort of the status quo. It’s painful, but necessary to force public opinion to shift.

Finally, she practiced Intersectionality Before the Word Existed. Miss Anthony's fight for suffrage alongside abolition highlights the intersectional nature of freedom. She understood that you can't truly fight for justice piece by piece. Oppression, whether based on gender or race, stems from the same core belief in hierarchy. The fight for equal rights must be collective.

​I, as a Time Sailor, could do more than just listen and observe. I could use my knowledge of future timelines to warn her, but that would violate the cosmic laws of the Multiverse. Instead, I must carry her story, her defiance, and her clarity forward.

​The greatest treasure isn't gold; it's the kind of conviction that makes a person willingly face prison for the promise of a more equal future. She is a true hero, and her map wasn't made of sea currents, but of moral certainty. I need to get back to the Sunny, but the lesson of 1872 will be etched onto my navigator's log forever.

Location: Rochester, New York, Earth-1872 (Temporarily). Date: Early November, just before a pivotal arrest.

I can still feel the weight of Miss Anthony’s gaze, the quiet fire in her eyes. This whole "Time Sailor" business is still utterly baffling, but meeting her... it was more impactful than any grand pirate battle. For the past few days, I've been here, in this strange past, speaking with Susan B. Anthony, a woman fighting a war with words and unwavering conviction.

​She’s struggling for something called "women's rights" and to "abolish slavery." I saw the posters, heard the debates, and it all hits so close to home. We spoke for hours about freedom. About how unjust it is that half the population here, simply because they are women, aren't allowed to have a say in their own lives, their own government. It’s so infuriatingly similar to the kind of control and oppression I grew up fighting against. And the concept of slavery here... it’s a different kind of horror than what I witnessed with Arlong, but the core is the same: one person owning another, stripping them of their dignity, their future, everything. It makes my stomach churn.

​Miss Anthony speaks with such passion, such clarity, exposing the hypocrisy of it all. She believes in every person's inherent right to freedom and equality, no matter their gender or the color of their skin. It’s a conviction I understand in my bones.

​The most troubling part? She's planning to vote in two days, knowing it's illegal for women to do so here. She expects to be arrested, to make a statement. She'll be doing it in Rochester, New York, on November 5th. My instinct as a navigator screams for her to escape, to chart a safer course, but her resolve is unbreakable. She believes this act of defiance, this arrest, will further her cause.

​It’s a different kind of bravery than facing an Admiral or a Yonko, but it's bravery nonetheless. It reminds me of the risks Luffy takes, not just for himself, but for an ideal. I can only hope her sacrifice, her quiet defiance, echoes through time and makes a difference, just as she intends. This encounter made me realize that some of the greatest battles aren't fought with cannonballs and Devil Fruits, but against institutionalized inequality. Miss Anthony is fighting a law that was specifically written to exclude women, meaning the very foundation of this society is rigged against them.

For the Millennials and Gen-Z reading this, this historical moment provides a powerful lens through which to view modern struggles for social justice. What Miss Anthony faced in 1872 is a stark example of how systemic control operates, which we can dissect into three main aspects.

​First, we see Exclusion by Design. The problem wasn't a few bad men; it was a law—a system—that explicitly defined who was a "citizen" with political rights and who was not. This mirrors contemporary fights against voter suppression, biased algorithms, or financial systems that systematically exclude marginalized communities. The oppression is built into the blueprint.

Second, her strategy teaches us about the Price of Visibility. Miss Anthony knew her protest meant jail time. Her strategy wasn't to win the battle (the vote), but to win the war by making the system's injustice visible and forcing society to address its hypocrisy. This is the essence of modern civil disobedience and activist movements: using one’s own body or voice to interrupt the comfort of the status quo. It’s painful, but necessary to force public opinion to shift.

Finally, she practiced Intersectionality Before the Word Existed. Miss Anthony's fight for suffrage alongside abolition highlights the intersectional nature of freedom. She understood that you can't truly fight for justice piece by piece. Oppression, whether based on gender or race, stems from the same core belief in hierarchy. The fight for equal rights must be collective.

​I, as a Time Sailor, could do more than just listen and observe. I could use my knowledge of future timelines to warn her, but that would violate the cosmic laws of the Multiverse. Instead, I must carry her story, her defiance, and her clarity forward.

​The greatest treasure isn't gold; it's the kind of conviction that makes a person willingly face prison for the promise of a more equal future. She is a true hero, and her map wasn't made of sea currents, but of moral certainty. I need to get back to the Sunny, but the lesson of 1872 will be etched onto my navigator's log forever.