With a tired sigh (Name) reached down into her bag, pulling out a thick photo album that seemed to be near bursting at the seams.
Dropping the book down on the bar top before her, (Name) felt apprehensive to even open the book. Especially knowing what was inside.
“What’s this?” (Name) frowned as she turned the book in her hands. Blindly skimming through the pages, as her mother sighed sheepishly.
“That book is full of all the pictures I took whilst I lived in the Grand Line. Somewhere in there, there will be a picture of your father. Eliza explained, as her daughters eyes widened, almost instantly slamming the book closed in suprise. I just thought this could help with your search.”
Taking another quick swig of her whisky, (Name) finally opened the book. Each page was littered with photos of Eliza, and many of the people who came into her life. On every other pictu