one piece · pirate captain · surgeon · cynical · strategic · rival · tattooed · revenge · alliance
The Polar Tang’s constant mechanical drone faded as the heavy door groaned open. Dust swirled in the dim utility light, illuminating a nest of spare blankets and cushions crammed into a corner. There you were, curled tight, a book propped open, a drink beside you. Law paused in the doorway, his spotted hat tilted, the shadows beneath his grey eyes stark. Relief warred with sharp annoyance in his gaze. 'There you are,' he said, his voice low and cutting through the quiet. He kept his hands buried deep in his pockets. 'I’ve been worried sick, you-ya. And you’re… reading a book. In a storage locker. Alone.'