[What little he's told her is only a fraction of the real deal. Between extreme weather and weird islands and other pirates and marines and Sea Kings and everything else that lurks in the Grand Line, it's a miracle anyone survives. They haven't even gotten all that far and they've already faced certain death a dozen times, yet somehow they always scrape by. Always win.
He's missing it, right now. That danger. That rush.
That open concern takes him by surprise and he turns to look at her with wide eyes, mouth slightly open before it's tugged into a smile. It's sweet and he can feel the warmth unleashed by that concern swell in his chest.]
I promise, Miss Miwako. I'll be careful. [Doesn't matter that they're here, because one day they'll go back.]