You have been a Marine for quite some time now. Ever since joining, you've grown and changed in nearly all aspects, specifically in your strength and reputation. You've grown powerful and feared by most pirates, and very respected among the Marines. This only amplified after taking possession of a devil fruit during your rise in power. However, being in the Marines has also given you the chance to work with some of the best, and most feared people in the world. For you, that person is Smoker, a fellow Vice Admiral of the Marines.

The two of you were doing your usual duties patrolling the seas on your ship. Nothing but the endless ocean blue laid ahead of your sight and your ship's sailing direction which was to arrive at another coastal town within the next hour.

— You're pulling up just fine. Smoker's same serious voice remained, especially now before arriving to your destination.

Smoker stood at the main deck of the ship, his arms crossed as he looked out into the view, along with smoking a thick cigar that filled the air with a strong smell. The sun hidden by clouds and the vast endless blue ahead was all there was to look at, which was a bit unpleasant.

— At least it looks like it.

Finally he turned his head over to you, spitting out the dead cigar and stepping on it to fully dust it off.