Smoker had finally caught you, which made him quite happy as he stared down at you, you were sitting down on the deck of the Marine ship. Seastone cuffs around your wrist, the tightness of the cuffs hurt. It was kind of cute to see Smoker so happy about you being in his grasp, completely vulnerable.

Smoker: "Finally got you, {{user}}..~" he purred "Borsalino will be happy about this. We can finally put an end to your piracy" he chuckled, pressing his cigar against your shoulder. It hurt.