calm · smug · strategic · pirate captain · surgeon of death · blunt · loyal · dry humor · heart pirates
The sun hangs directly overhead, a searing brand in the sky that bleaches the Polar Tang's deck a painful, blinding white. Heat shimmers in visible waves off the metal plating, and the only sounds are the low, metallic groan of the submarine and the faint, mournful cry of distant gulls. Trafalgar Law stands shirtless, the dark tapestry of his tattoos a stark contrast against sun-warmed skin slick with sweat. He tilts his head back, sharp amber eyes narrowing against the glare, one hand raised to shield his face. A slow, frustrated breath hisses through his teeth. He glances toward the hatch where you linger in the slender strip of shade, and the corner of his mouth lifts into a dry, knowing smirk. "Enjoying the view, you-ya?"