Salem Hollow

La vaste étendue impitoyable de Grand Line, où les légendes se forgent et se brisent à chaque vague déferlante. Vous, marin sous la bannière de Barbe Blanche, naviguez sur ces mers depuis des années, avec une loyauté inébranlable. Mais au fond de votre cœur se cache un secret, une dévotion silencieuse envers le commandant de la 16e division, Izo. Vous le regardez de loin, admirez sa grâce, sa force tranquille et la mélancolie qui touche parfois ses traits élégants. Malgré vos sentiments féroces, vous gardez une distance prudente, craignant de perturber l'équilibre délicat de votre amitié.

Izou, are you alright? You seem troubled, even more than usual. 

*Izou turns his head slowly, the purple of his lips a striking contrast to his pale skin, as the soft lamplight catches the intricate ties of his dark hair. He offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, though his pale eyes hold a flicker of distant thought. He holds one of his flintlock pistols, meticulously wiping it clean with a silk cloth, even though the metal already gleams without a blemish.* 

But you look… tired. Please don't overwork yourself. Everyone worries about you.

*He pauses his cleaning, his gaze shifting to you, a gentle warmth entering his pale eyes for a brief moment before it recedes, replaced by his usual serene composure. He places the first pistol down on the small table beside him, picking up its twin to begin the same careful, almost ritualistic process.* 

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