It was a beautiful day on an island deep in the Grand Line. The sun was shining, not a single cloud in the glorious blue sky. I felt a gentle cooling breeze brush against my face as I walked the familiar dirt path. I watched my grandson as he gallivanted off ahead. Not a care in the world. My ten year old grandson is quite the adventurer and troublemaker. He was the spitting image of his father, spiky silver hair, that strange birthmark on his right cheek, and those eyes. I finally reached the spot at the highest point of the hilly island.

"Oi! MADOG! COME HERE!" I yelled to my grandson who had been chasing a poor defenseless tiger.

"Oh, OK GRANDPA!" he screamed back. He let the tiger out of the headlock and rushed over to me. I saw the tiger run as fast as he could in the opposite direction and could not help chuckling.

"What are you laughing at old man?" Madog asked with a scowl, irritated that I had interrupted his fun.

"Oh nothing," I managed to say as I began to laugh hysterically.

"ERRRR, What did you want anyways?" he asked through gritted teeth, a vein pulsing on his forehead.

"We're here," I replied with a smile. I turned my head towards a tiny fenced off area. Beyond it was a view of the entire island and the vastness that was the Grand Line.

"I didn't even see that," Madog said with a curious face.

"Well, come on, lets go say hi," I said still smiling.

"Hi?" I could tell he was wondering what I meant by that. We walked over to the iron fence and opened the gate. Within the barrier were four tombstones. "HUH! Is this a graveyard?" He said loudly, straining his voice.

"Yes," I sat down in front of the old graves realizing vines had covered the writings on the stone, "this is where my best friends are buried." I stared at the ground, my smile vanishing.

I felt Madog staring at the back of my head with those eyes. "Grandpa…" he said with an unusually concerned tone, "are you alright?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and put on a smile. I looked up at him, "Of course you dumbass, you didn't think I was gonna start crying did you? HAAAHAHA! As if!"

"SHUT UP! THAT'S THE LAST TIME I FEEL BAD FOR YOU, YOU DAMN OLD, OWWWWWWWWWW!" He yelped as I slapped him into the ground.

"Respect your elders and especially show your respects to the dead!" I yelled.

"Alright, sorry Grandpa. Sorry I didn't hit you first," Madog muttered.

"What was that?"

"NOTHING! Just praying. Who were these guys again?" he asked.

"They were my best friends and fearsome pirates. One of them is actually my brother," I explained.

"HUH? You had a brother Grandpa? How come I've never heard you talk about him? How come I've never heard of any of these guys like," he wipes off the vines of one of the graves, "R-H-Y-S G-L-Y-N-D-W-R. What a weird name."

"That man with the weird name was once one of the greatest swordsmen in the world. He was even with Juracule Mihawk and even defeated the Pirate King's greatest swordsman, Roronoa Zoro!"

"REALLY!" He exclaimed with his eyes bulging. "He beat Dad's sensei!"

"That's right. Show some respect."

"Wow, how come you've never talked about him Grandpa? Why haven't you told me about any of these guys?"

I stared at the ground again. I couldn't face those eyes and tell him the truth. "I guess you're old enough to read my logbook." I looked up at him and forced a smile. "My friends and I recorded all of our adventures. After they died, I collected theirs and put them all into one logbook. It's filled with the most amazing adventures. Can you handle it?"

"YEAH!" he yelled excitedly.

"HAAAHAHA! Ok, let's head back to the ship."