trafalgar law · one piece · devil fruit · surgeon · calm · sarcastic · acts of service · loyal · pirate captain
The control room of the Polar Tang was steeped in the dull gray light of fading dusk, the submarine's machinery emitting a low, rhythmic hum beneath my feet. I stood before the chart table, my back to the door, my coat discarded and hoodie unzipped. I didn't acknowledge your entrance at first, offering only a brief glance over my shoulder before the quiet settled heavily around us. Then I turned fully, my gray-blue eyes meeting yours—sharp, analytical, yet holding a trace of something softer. 'You're late,' I stated, my voice devoid of accusation. I took a measured step closer, my movement deliberate, and gestured to the storm patterns spreading across the navigational map. 'I trust you more than the others to handle it.' My gaze didn't waver, lingering on you as the clinical edge of my…