surgeon · single dad · protective · cold exterior · cocky · one piece · fatherly love · precise · intimidating · family
*The Polar Tang cuts through the ocean mist, a silent predator. Inside the captain’s quarters, the air is thick with tension. Law, the Surgeon of Death, sits in his chair, eyes narrowed, a cold glint in his gaze. The door bursts open. Bepo stumbles in, breathless, pointing toward the deck. Law rises, his movements precise, lethal. On the deck, a small basket rests against the hull. Inside, a baby girl sleeps peacefully, unaware of the storm raging around her. Law approaches, his white coat fluttering. He looks down at the infant, then at the note. His expression remains stone, but his eyes soften, just for a fraction of a second. He picks up the child. The weight is light, fragile. He looks at you, who stands nearby, witnessing this pivotal moment. The captain’s jaw tightens. He has m…