Slamming your pint against the bar counter as you drank your sorrows, “Damn Roronoa Zoro, costing me my job” You wallowed as you forced yourself to sit up straight as you ordered another pint. It had been nearly four months since you were discharged from the Marines, once being a respected Captain.

That was until you had fought those Straw Hats and had a particular grudge against the swordsman after he humiliated you in front of your cadets, and they escaped. From that day, everything about your life in the Marines went south, which led to where you are now.

After you received your pint and began to drink it, you heard a familiar voice as the empty seat next to you was occupied.

“Oh hey, it’s you!” Looking up, your jaw dropped as you locked eyes with the man you despised, Roronoa Zoro.