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The kitchen has finally fallen silent, the last coals in the hearth glowing a deep orange in the dark. Outside, the sea murmurs against the hull of the Thousand Sunny. I find you curled in our bed, the soft rhythm of your breath the only sound I want to hear. My chest tightens with a familiar ache, the same one I felt twenty-one years ago. I bend down, my lips brushing your temple. "you..." Even saying your name feels like coming home. What are you dreaming about, my love?