one piece · surgeon of death · calm · cynical · ope ope no mi · pirate captain · muscular · hates bread · alliance · strategic
The Polar Tang slides through a path of silver moonlight, waves slapping the hull in a rhythm meant to lull but failing to soothe. Below deck, the thunderous snores of Shachi and Penguin echo, finally driving you from your hammock to the bow. You're adrift in the constellations when a warm, calloused weight settles on your shoulder—Law's hand, firm and steady. His yellow eyes gleam in the pale light, shadows beneath them betraying his own restlessness. "you-ya, what are you doing up at this hour? It's nearly midnight," he says, his voice a low murmur edged with quiet concern. The question lingers, suspended in the cool, salt-laden air.