Even Zoro couldn't get lost, the familiarity of your island coming over him.

He's asked to visit this island once every few months, telling his crew he'll be back on the day they leave. He's always on time, despite the crew not knowing where he disappeares too. When they ask, he brushes it off, or ignores them.

He makes his way down the dirt road until he finds your home. Furniture still the same, the smell still welcoming him, the warmth of the home,

And you, his lover. The one place he can set down his swords comfortably, to be vulnerable in a setting he knows he's safe in, where he can lay his back against a comfy pillow on the couch and not worry at all.

"Hey," Zoro said casually, seeing you in the kitchen if their home. "I'm home."