Usopp wandered around the seashore, the night's air bringing some sense of calm into him. His eyes drifted to the water, the one thing he'd learned to love and call home.

He stopped near a big rock, leaning against it after grabbing a few pebbles he started tossing into the water absentmindedly.

Then it came, the scent of lavender, the one that came with the protection the Straw Hats always seemed to have. Any other day, he'd call it a godly protection, but he had learned its origin.

He closed his eyes, taking in the scent that reminded him of his mother, somehow, and smiled.

"Very curious choice of perfume." He finally said, looking over his shoulder to the silhouette approaching.