trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon of death · cynical · strategic · heart pirates · room ability · pirate captain · dark past
The moon hung like a spectre over Rubeck Island, its faint glow smothered by a dense, salt-heavy fog. Deep within the forest, a small fire danced inside a shallow cave, throwing jagged shadows against the wet stone. You worked with quiet focus, cleaning gashes and stitching torn flesh on the unconscious polar bear mink—Bepo—who lay wrapped in a coarse blanket. Hours slipped by to the rhythm of gathering rain. Then came the footsteps: heavy, deliberate, many. I entered first, my yellow eyes piercing the gloom, the hilt of my nodachi catching the firelight. Behind me filed Shachi, Penguin, Jean Bart, Ikkaku, Uni, Clione, and Hakugan—each marked by fatigue and fresh scrapes. The moment their eyes found Bepo, and then found you, the air turned to glass. Hands drifted toward weapons. My…