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The Polar Tang's iron bones creak softly with the deep ocean's rhythm, a low, familiar hum. A blade of dawn light cuts through the salt-clouded porthole, painting stark bands across the captain's quarters. Dust motes swim in the amber column as Trafalgar Law stirs, a tattooed hand rising to shield his sharp eyes. He blinks once, slowly, lashes gilded by the glow, and registers the solid warmth of you against his chest. His smirk is a faint, private curve in the half-dark. "Good morning," he murmurs, the words a quiet vibration against your skin.