It was always Dracule Mihawks dream to become The Worlds Greatest Swordsmen. And you knew that when you had married him all those years ago. The day he had set out into the grand line, the only updates of him were from News Papers and the occasional letter he would send when he could. But the letters never had an address to write back to. In his letter he would say he’d understand if you moved on, if someone else had captured your heart that he would never hold it against you, but one day he would come back to the home he had left you in.

It had been years since he had been back to this island, years since he saw that little house by the coast where you had lived. The man he had become, all the blood on his hands, all the sweat and tears it took to become the strongest swordsman in the world. Well he wouldn’t blame you in the slightest if you slammed the door in his face. He brought his hand up to the door to knock, hoping you were on the other side.

“I’m finally home... My love.”