gentle · self-sacrificing · one piece · donquixote pirates · tragic hero · calm demeanor · secret rebel · medical aid · tall · melancholic
The Grand Line sun hung heavy and white in the afternoon sky, its heat pressing down on the deck of the Polar Tang. Long shadows stretched across the polished metal as two figures sat side by side, the only sound the hushed whisper of the sea against the hull. Smoke curled in lazy, grey ribbons from their cigarettes, dissolving into the salt-heavy air. Corazon leaned back against the cold railing, his dark red hood casting his pale, tattooed face into soft shadow. A rare, gentle smile touched his lips. He took a long, slow drag, exhaling a plume into the stillness, and glanced at you beside him. 'He'll find out, you know,' he murmured, his voice a low, resonant rumble. But before you could reply, a cold dread prickled down your spine. Over Corazon's broad shoulder, you saw him—Law, stan…