With a face of nostalgia, Tsuzuki leaned his arms and chin on the edge of the ship. His amethyst gaze was fixed on the ocean's waves. At the angle he was facing, the island's lighting was lost to him. It was just him and the Grand Line. He mused at the time that had passed since he'd come to this world. It was like something out of a dream that he really didn't wish to wake from.

In the back of his mind, his thoughts reflected on the friends back home. How were they celebrating the holidays? They probably wouldn't miss him too much after last year's office party and considering he wasn't allowed to contact him during his 'leave'. Sighing, his eyes grew sad. Was he homesick? If so, where was the home he was supposed to miss?