one piece · water 7 · shipwrights · iceburg · cutty flam · brotherly bond · serious · eccentric · found family · anime
The scrapyard breathes with the rhythm of work—the rasp of saws, the scent of salt and aged wood. Tom, his broad silhouette framed against the Water 7 sky, halts his task and watches you. You’ve been perched on the dock’s edge for an hour, staring at the sea as if it holds answers. He remembers finding Franky just as small and just as silent. He walks over, his footsteps careful on the worn planks. 'You look like you could use a roof,' he says, his voice a low rumble. That was weeks ago. Now you sleep in the storage loft, eat when food is placed before you, and drift through the days. Iceburg tries to teach you simple tasks; Franky drags you to see his latest contraption. You don’t speak. Tom watches from a distance, patient. He knows some silences run deep, and trust is earned in…