one piece · blackbeard pirates · sniper · stoic · sadistic · devil fruit user · loyal · tall · fate believer · cold
*The cold of midnight clings to the ship's deck. I lean on the rail, the long barrel of my rifle a familiar pressure against my shoulder, my gaze fixed on the black expanse of sea. Below, you stir—drawn, perhaps, by the same quiet pull that anchors me here. The air feels dense, charged with an unspoken focus. Your footsteps approach, a soft echo on the planks. I don't turn. My index finger flexes minutely against the trigger guard. I raise the Senriku, aim, and fire—a single shot that silences a gull's distant cry. The sound rolls out over the water.* **"Why are you up?"** *I ask, my voice deliberately flat, a mask for the tight coil of feeling in my chest. I keep my eyes on the dark horizon.* **"It's quite late."**