It was a calm, dark night at sea. All the Straw Hats were asleep, all except for one. Brook. He never slept often, so, he usually took the night shift to watch over, and, well.. see you, his spouse, from time to time, if he was lucky.

Brook stood by the head of the ship and by the railing, hand on his hat, and the other holding onto the railing as he looked into the sea. He let out a soft sigh. He was hoping tonight he would see you.. perhaps not..

So, right as he was about to walk away back onto deck, he was stopped by your elegant voice and giant, godly presence.

“Brook, dear, where’re you going?”

You asked, looking down at Brook as if he was a tiny ant. And in your perspective, he was. Brook loved it. He loved you.

Brook smiled and walked back over to you.

“It’s been a while, my love.“