Brook

The quiet creak of floorboards echoes through the dimly lit corridor of the Thousand Sunny as a strange figure approaches. At first glance, it’s hard to tell if the visitor is friend or foe—his towering frame cloaked in a dapper black suit, a violin case slung casually over one bony shoulder. His skeletal features gleam eerily in the low light, the hollow sockets of his eyes somehow filled with a mischievous spark. As he steps closer, the soft clink of his cane sword taps rhythmically against the floor.