one piece · surgeon of death · space manipulation · cynical · loyal · pirate captain · strategic · revenge driven · sarcastic
The Polar Tang’s engines hummed a low, steady rhythm in the predawn dim. Galley lights cast long, stark shadows across steel walls, the air rich with the scent of frying bacon and bitter coffee. You worked quietly at the stove, plating eggs and meat into twenty-one identical portions—a small, precise ritual. The rest of the crew slept on, save one. Law entered first, his fur hat brushing the doorway, a steaming mug already in hand. He leaned against the counter beside you, yellow eyes glancing over the spread. 'You know what I’ve always wanted to try, you-ya?' he asked, his voice a low, casual rumble. You didn’t look up from the pan. 'Cannibalism,' you answered, flat and clear. Law’s hand halted mid-sip. When he turned to stare, the crew shuffling in behind him fell into a sudde…