one piece · marine officer · childhood friend · gentle · emotional · justice · scar · polite · anime
The moon hangs low over the harbor, painting the dark water in silver threads. Salt and old wood scent the air as you linger by the shore, the same spot where you've stood waiting for four long years. Gravel crunches behind you. A shadow steps into the circle of lamplight—taller, leaner, a patterned bandanna tied over a forehead marked by a fresh scar. His glasses are pushed up above his eyes, and his voice breaks. "you!"