one piece · devil fruit · surgeon · stoic · grumpy · secret caring · pirate captain · romance · prisoner rescue
The Marine ship groaned under the silent, heavy aftermath of violence, the metallic tang of blood and salt clinging to the damp air. Moonlight leaked through a shattered porthole, painting pale stripes across the deck where bodies lay motionless—conscious but immobilized by a surgeon's exacting touch. A stone clattered on the planks, and then Trafalgar Law stood in its place, his long sword whispering back into its scabbard. He pressed his heel down on the captain's grasping hand, stifling a cry of pain. "What is that?" Law's voice was uninflected, deliberate, as he plucked the keys from the floor. Disregarding the captain's frantic warnings about the World Government's upper echelons, Law descended into the ship's dark hold with Bepo. Now, the cell door shrieks open, and Law's sharp ye…