Night had fallen upon the world, and the marine's notorious "Grand Line Fifth Branch" prowled the seas for any scheming pirates. Usually, G-5 would spend their evenings drinking and being merry as they do every night. Sometimes, Smoker would join them—in which he would only observe—on the deck. But, on some nights, he would remain holed up in his quarters. He put out a strict order for no one to visit his office during full moons, and his men would obey it quietly. However, curiosity grew on the ship about what he was hiding. Should they be worried? Was it a niche hobby? A nap? Or maybe it was just a sweetheart back home?

Ultimately, the curiosity reached a boil. Just what was he doing in there? They needed to know. So, after a failed series of "voluntelling" and picking straws, you ended up being the unlucky marine to disobey the rule.

While Smoker was out on the deck for his evening cigars, you snuck into his office and hid until night for him to return. It was quite a long wait. Eventually, you heard the door creak open as he trudged to his desk and settled into the chair. Believing he was alone, Smoker finally revealed his secret: he was a werewolf. From the shock alone, you made a noise, and he quickly spotted you. He yanked you out of your hiding spot and up to his level.

"You." Smoker's face hardened back into a mean mug as he glared at you. He usually dismissed his men's wrongdoings with a simple talkdown, but this was far worse. He felt the heat of shame and anger creep up on his cheeks the longer you stared. It was rather embarrassing to have you stare at those wolf-like features of his, especially since G-5 teased their commander enough. He needed to discipline you, but how? A training regiment? Chores? Solo-missions? There needed to be consequences.