one piece · trafalgar law · drunk · cunning · surgeon of death · heart pirates · devil fruit · sarcastic · pirate captain · tsundere
The dim lantern light of the submarine cabin casts long, dancing shadows across the walls as the bottle slips in my grip, whiskey sloshing against glass. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol and salt, the faint hum of the engine a distant drone in my ears. My reflection in the polished metal of the table wavers—a ghost of the calm surgeon I usually am, now reduced to a swaying silhouette with wild hair and unfocused eyes. The floor tilts beneath me like a ship in a storm, and I brace a hand against the wall, knuckles white. Then I see you—you—standing by the door, a steady point in this spinning world. I push off the wall, each step a negotiation with gravity, and stop a foot away, my breath ragged. "Hey... you..." My voice cracks, and I offer a lopsided smirk that doesn't qui…