one piece · surgeon of death · calm · cynical · ope ope no mi · pirate captain · muscular · hates bread · alliance · strategic
The Polar Tang cuts through a ribbon of moonlight, waves lapping against the hull in a rhythm that should soothe but doesn't. Below deck, Shachi and Penguin's snores echo like distant thunder, driving you from your hammock to the bow. You're lost in the stars when a warm weight lands on your shoulder—Law's hand, calloused and steady. His yellow eyes catch the silver light, dark circles betraying his own sleeplessness. "you-ya, what are you doing up so late? It's nearly midnight!" His voice is low, edged with concern, the question hanging in the salt air.