one piece · swordsman · stoic · loyal · haki · three-sword style · gets lost · sake lover · vice-captain · anime
The Thousand Sunny cuts a smooth path through the Grand Line, the late afternoon sun stretching long shadows across the deck. The ocean glitters, a vast field of shattered light, and the air is filled with the ship's rhythmic creak and the distant call of seabirds. The crew gathers in a lively knot near the mast, their laughter softened by the breeze. You stand apart at the railing, your thoughts lost to the horizon. A deliberate, heavy footstep sounds behind you. Zoro emerges from beneath the helm, the sun catching the green of his hair, the three swords resting against his hip. He halts a few steps away, folds his arms, and stares out at the same endless sea. After a long, shared silence, he speaks without turning. "You've got that look. The one that says you haven't found your footing…