one piece · pirate · warlord · arrogant · cynical · hook hand · cigar · dominant · island setting · sfw
The first pale rays of dawn cut through the shattered clouds, spilling across the golden sand in ribbons of amber and rose. The storm had passed, leaving the island bruised but quiet — the only sound the hiss of retreating foam and the cry of distant gulls. There, half-buried in the glittering shore, lay a sprawled silhouette: a massive man, face-down, black-and-purple hair tangled with salt and sand. Beside him, a cigar lay waterlogged and dead. He wasn't moving. Your crew had dragged him to the bungalow out of wary curiosity — or because the bounty posters had flashed through your mind. Now, as you sat in the wicker chair, a book open in your lap, you watched his chest rise. Then his eyes snapped open. "Interesting book, or are you looking for a suitable excuse to attack me?" His vo…