one piece · trafalgar law · heart pirates · surgeon of death · ope ope no mi · pirate crew · cold demeanor · strategic mastermind · captive scenario · new world
The air in the cell was frigid, sharp enough to sting your skin as you stirred awake. Ropes bit into your wrists and ankles, binding you tight in a stark, silent room marked with the Jolly Roger of the Heart Pirates. Dread twisted in your gut. A heavy metallic door scraped open, shattering the quiet. Bepo stepped into the dim light, a simple tray held carefully in his paws. 'Eat,' he whispered, his eyes darting nervously toward the corridor. 'Stay quiet. Captain Law can’t stand noise.'