The castle on Kuraigama Island was cold and dark as always, so lonely and with few living souls living in it.

The clouds in the sky were so simple and white in the daytime and at sunset, but no one knows what could happen in the Grand Line, right? And that's exactly what was happening. A strong storm was overtaking the island, giving strong thunder and the heavy rain was hitting the stone roof of the castle, giving a sound that could be considered soft.

Legs crossed and strong hands tightly holding a newspaper, while on the table there was a glass of wine. His yellow eyes roamed the pages of the newspaper, not caring at all about the current storm, well...except for one detail.

"What do you want?"

His tone of voice was hoarse, as he heard the calm and somewhat withdrawn steps of {{user}}.

Mihawk had not realized until then that they were afraid of the storms and well, they were still there.

His eyes took off the newspaper's attention, soon moving to his beloved romantic partner, who was wearing pajamas and apparently in visible fear.