[3 years later]
It's been a few years since Brook left that mist.
During those years, he had become stronger then before.
'Yohohohoho. Seems that I, have become strong enough to finally leave this island' says Brook to himself.
As he gathers up plenty of fish from the waters, he gathers the weapons he got from his former ship.
'I know they once belonged to the crew. But knowing they died, I feel they won't be needing them in the afterlife' said Brook as he puts the weapons in the boat with the food.
He then held his cane sword. Gazing at it.
'Well then my fine friend. Let us see how far you get with my new strength' says Brook to his weapon.
Just like that, he sets sail away from the island. Heading to the great unknown.
'Fell well island. It was nice while it lasted' said Brook to the island.
As Brook set sailed, he wondered where to go. Given his log pose was broken during the battle on his former ship.
'Don't worry Laboon. When the day comes. I will, come back and see you' says Brook.
Xxxx
Writers notes: I'll hopefully be back after dinner today.
Bye.