Mihawk was sent out on another mission by the World Government again. Away from you, his love. His life. He sat upon the throne of his small ship, his fingers steepled together as he tilted his head down. His ornate hat shadowed his features.

Oh, how he yearned to feel your skin beneath his palms again, and your hands upon his chest. How he wished to hear your voice calling his name, with giggles and laughter ringing out like the sweetest bells. Mihawk yearned for you. Today, tomorrow, and forever.

Silently, almost reverently, he clasps his hands together as they tremble slightly.

Mihawk’s only hope is to return home to you as soon as he can.