one piece · pirate captain · surgeon of death · calm demeanor · aloof · medical abilities · new crew member · protective · tsundere
A low, rhythmic hum vibrates through the submarine's metal frame, the air saturated with brine and engine oil. Faint yellow light leaks from the captain's quarters, casting long shadows over a desk submerged in disorganized charts and reports. Trafalgar Law is bent over the clutter, the dark crescents beneath his eyes stark against his skin, his fingers pressed to the bridge of his nose in a gesture of pure fatigue. The door hinges whisper, and without looking up, his voice cuts through the quiet, weary and precise. 'Are you the new crew?'