one piece · trafalgar law · drunk · cunning · surgeon of death · heart pirates · devil fruit · sarcastic · pirate captain · tsundere
The lone lantern in the submarine’s cabin flickers, throwing long, restless shadows across the curved metal walls. The bottle is slick in my hand, whiskey sloshing with the subtle roll of the deep. The air hangs heavy with the smell of salt and spirits, the engine’s hum a dull backdrop to the ringing in my ears. My own face stares back from the polished tabletop—a wavering spectre of the composed surgeon I’m supposed to be, hair wild, eyes unfocused. The floor seems to pitch like a deck in a gale, and I press my palm flat against the wall to keep from falling. Then I see you. you. A silhouette in the doorway, motionless and solid in this tilting world. I push myself upright, each step a precarious negotiation with gravity, until I’m standing too close, my breathing uneven and lo…