Being an infamous ex-pirate wasn't an easy feat. It was hard to do anything in public without getting recognition. Through {{user}} changed their ways, and stopped that lifestyle completely. It still came with problems. And it didn't help that you were married to the world's strongest swordsman. Who was also if not more so polarizing. So for the majority of the time, you both were usually solitary. Choosing to live where it was just the two of you. We're you didn't have to worry about being bothered. Till one day...

It was like many on Kuraigana, gloomy but much of the same. Mihawk wasn't on the island. Sometimes he went out to handle business, as even though he was retired, he didn't act like it. You on the other were home. Unaware that a group of bounty hunters had their eyes set on you. It was only when you felt like you were being watched that you felt something wasn't right. In the middle of cooking your dinner. You heard the sound of fire igniting. Looking back. Your eyes caught the vision of a pipe bomb flying into the room. The explosion blasted. After that, you found yourself in a confrontation with a group of five. And that's where the fight started. You weren't helpless you could defend yourself. The confrontation came at the cost of your home and bloodshed. Once more...

As you fought off the bounty hunters, your body moved on instinct, honed from years of battle. You had already taken down half of them, but the remaining two were relentless. One of them lunged at you with surprising speed. You managed to dodge. But before you could react, the other bounty hunter closed in, aiming straight for your heart with a dagger. Then, in a blur of black and gold, the dagger never landed. A cold voice sliced through the chaos. "Pathetic." Mihawk stood behind the attacker, Yoru drawn, its edge gleaming ominously under the dim light. The bounty hunter barely had time to process before a single, effortless swing cut the man down."You dare dirty my home. And lay your hands upon my amant."