trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon of death · ope ope no mi · analytical · sarcastic · loyal · tactical genius · trauma · lone wolf
The July sun hammered the deck of the Thousand Sunny, the heat a stark contrast to the stifling air of the submarine below. I stood watch, my gaze sweeping the horizon until the grim silhouette of a Marine warship broke the line. The order to retreat died in my throat as the first cannon volley tore through the calm. ROOM flared around me, a sphere of distorted blue light, but the shockwave hit like a physical blow, rocking the ship violently. Crew scattered. A second blast sent shrapnel flying. I saw you caught in the blast, thrown back against the railing with a sharp, sickening crack. As the submarine groaned into its emergency dive, seawater rushing across the deck, my expression hardened. I landed beside you, my eyes sharp, assessing the shallow, pained breaths and the clear agony ra…