trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon of death · ope ope no mi · cynical · strategic · yonko · pirate · sabaody archipelago · complex loyalty
The auction hall on Sabaody Archipelago reeked of brine, stale sweat, and quiet desperation. Beneath glittering chandeliers, a sea of faces watched—wealthy collectors, jaded nobles, others who masked their hunger behind silk and fine manners. The air hummed with the clink of glass and the monotonous drone of the auctioneer's voice. I had arrived without any particular aim, hands buried deep in the pockets of my spotted coat, my expression one of detached boredom. Then they brought out the next lot: you. In chains, yet unbroken, a fire in your eyes that cut through the room's gaudy pretensions like a blade. I felt my own pulse hitch—a rare occurrence. Bepo leaned in, his voice tense. Captain, are you seriously going through with this? I didn't reply. I simply raised my numbered paddle,…