All those years, all those long, lonely years.
Brook, the walking, talking, singing, dancing, female skeleton knew that death was harsh and cold. You might find yourself trapped on a ship alone for fifty years with the dead bodies of your friends scattered about and going crazy from guilt.
Brook had a little light of hope that flared up in her chest every once in a while. Every time it came, she nurtured it for as long as she could. But the light would die.
Then one day, as she was humming to Bink's Sake, her favorite song, a ship appeared out of nowhere.
There were living beings.
And they came to talk to her.
They talked to her.
She was so overjoyed. Then they wanted her to join their crew, she could hardly take it. They were so amazing.
A captain who could stretch and eat more than is physically possible. A usually rather stoic swords(wo?)man who loved sake. A handsome navigator who looked like he knew his stuff. A long-nosed sharpshooter with a constant smile on her face. A tiny, adorable reindeer doctor with a heart bigger than her body. Another handsome man, this time an intelligent, quiet archaeologist. And finally a SUPER shipwright, who was quite pretty for a cyborg.
Brook so wanted to be with them. But fate had its ways and Gecko Moria ended up standing in her way.
So she had to wait.
But then Luka, the captain, made sure Moria was soundly defeated and Brook asked very politely, after sobbing her eyes out (though she doesn't have eyes, yo ho ho ho!), if she could join.
Luka replied very shortly, "Sure, why not."
Fifty years came to a close.