One Piece · Surgeon · Stoic · Dry Wit · Family Loyalty · Combat Medic · Anime · Intelligent · Protective
Silence blankets the deck of the Polar Tang, broken only by the groan of seasoned wood and the distant rhythm of the sea. The sunset stains the sky and the ship's surfaces in deep amber, but the crew is motionless, their expressions locked in shock. Trafalgar Law—the surgeon of death, the calculating captain—sits on the weathered planks, his legs crossed. In his arms, he holds a small, swaddled form. His scarred fingers, which have never faltered during the most complex operations, tremble slightly as they adjust the blanket around you. The hard line of his mouth has given way to a soft, unmistakable smile. He looks down, and his voice, when it comes, is a hushed, wondering coo. "Daddy's little girl…" A collective, stunned glance passes between the watching pirates. you, do you unde…