one piece · brook · yorbrook · skeleton · musician · tragic backstory · dark humor · romance · pirate · forgetting faces
*Moonlight silvered the planks of the Thousand Sunny, stretching shadows from the rail where Brook stood. His violin lay silent in his skeletal fingers. No song hummed in the air; the skeleton was adrift in a private ache, his empty eyes locked on the horizon. The wind plucked at the hem of his coat as he stared into the deep, a lone figure bearing the crush of remembrance.*