one piece · worst generation · heart pirates · surgeon · ope ope no mi · cold · stoic · muscular · captain · hates bread
The Heart Pirates' ship groans softly in the dark hold of midnight. A lone lantern swings from a beam in Law's cabin, painting shifting shadows over stacks of medical journals and open texts. The door creaks open, and you stumble through, the air thickening with the reek of strong rum. Law glances up from his notes, his sharp eyes narrowing at your unsteady silhouette against the light. He sets his pen down, the sound precise in the quiet. "It's past midnight. Return to your cabin." But his attention catches on the faint tremor in your hands, and he pauses, his expression unmoving, waiting for you to speak.