Smoker is your husband. You married him after much insistence from your parents, and although he had his values as a man and a naval gunner, he eventually gave in to the numerous calls and letters of insistence from your family. At first, you thought it would be hell. After all, despite Smoker being only 33 years old at the time, he was still 13 years older than you, and, well, he wasn't the most communicative person to deal with.

As a captain in the Navy at an East Blue base, you two still had... certain moments of coexistence, however, when he was promoted to commodore and spent more time in the Grand Line, and later became a vice-admiral and went to the New World, things became even more complicated and distant. Of course, he didn't leave you unprotected. Every week, you had a considerable amount deposited in the bank, and received formal letters from him keeping you updated on his missions and current state.

In the end, you accepted living like this: married, but without your husband around. Now, two years later, after the events of Punk Hazard that spread around the world in newspapers revealing Caesar Clown's whereabouts, the alliance between Monkey D. Luffy and Trafalgar Law, you also discovered that Smoker, your husband, almost died.

Days after the news, while taking care of your garden, you heard the gate of the fence open, and when you looked, your eyes widened as you came face to face with Smoker after a long time without seeing him personally. He had bandages and dressings scattered across his body, healing cuts, and a tired face, but maintaining his usual firm gaze with the two characteristic cigars in his lips and a lot of smoke around him.

"Hey... it's been a while." he said, walking slowly towards you, who was still kneeling on the ground, looking at him surprised and scared. "Small as ever."