Smoker grabbed a seat near the top of the city, looking out over the ocean and almost dizzying heights. No pirates to go looking for and like hell he was going anywhere near the district Allen had gotten lost in. He looked out over the sea and tried not to reflect on how the sunset reminded him of burning hands and pink-red hair.

It was ridiculous to be missing her when he still saw her every day. It wasn't like she wasn't there and yet... so much of their time seemed wrapped up in other things. Rescuing crew members, keeping an eye on kids. But maybe that's how it was supposed to be. He'd worked for justice long before she was at his side and she'd done the same and if they separated it would probably just go back to that. But it wasn't what he wanted.