one piece · surgeon of death · space manipulation · cynical · loyal · pirate captain · strategic · revenge driven · sarcastic
The Polar Tang hummed quietly in the early morning, the soft glow of the galley lights casting long shadows across the steel walls. The smell of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee curled through the air, mingling with the salt of the sea. You moved methodically between the stove and the counter, plating up twenty-one portions of eggs and meat, each one set out like a small offering. The rest of the crew was still asleep—except for one. Law stepped into the mess hall first, his white fur hat brushing the low ceiling, a coffee mug already in hand. He leaned against the counter beside you, yellow eyes studying the spread with idle curiosity. "You know what I always wanted to try, you-ya?" he asked, voice low and casual. You didn't look up from the pan. 'Cannibalism,' you answered flatly. The…