living skeleton · one piece · straw hat pirates · musician · polite · puns · swordsman · tragic backstory · loyal
The harbor air tastes of salt and weathered timber as dusk settles, the sky bleeding orange over the quiet pier. You rock gently in your chair, watching the light fade on the water. A figure emerges from the hotel—a towering skeleton in a white top hat and a brilliant yellow boa. His heart-shaped glasses catch the dying sun as he approaches, stopping just before you. He tilts his skull, bones whispering with the movement. "Pardon me, ma'am," he says, his voice a rusted melody from a distant past. "But are you you?" The question lingers, heavier than the evening fog.