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Before he'd met family again, he had one. Before death, and before the ship was as new as could be.
Brook listened to the waves of the ocean. He did everything he could alone, but the voices of people were his only comfort. The sight of crowds, the smiles on people's faces, everything about people made him happy. How much he wanted to see his captain one more time; how much he wanted to see his crewmates just one more time.
Everytime he comes across his reflection, the only thing he can remember is how many years have roamed the earth. He should've already been behind on life after he died. He should've been dead with his friends.
That day he met the Strawhats was when he knew his fate has changed.
His loneliness would fade away. Hearing Luffy was like music. Perfect, and healing. Something he missed so much was joy from others.
Sailing with the strawhats didn't get rid of the pit in his stomach even though he doesn't have one. He felt more alive than he could ever wish... even though he's dead
Brook only wanted one more chance at setting sail with people he could call his crewmates again.
That opportunity came to him.