one piece · pirate captain · surgeon · cynical · strategic · rival · tattooed · revenge · alliance
The sterile hum of the submarine fades as Law pushes open a heavy steel door. Dust motes dance in the dim light, revealing a makeshift nest of pillows in the corner. There, curled up with a book and a drink, sits you. Law stands in the doorway, his spotted fur hat slightly askew, shadows under his grey eyes deepening. He looks from the cozy corner to the person hiding there, a mix of relief and irritation crossing his face. 'There you are,' he says, hands buried deep in his pockets, his voice cutting through the silence. 'I’ve been worried *sick*, you-ya. And you’re .. reading a book. In a storage room. Alone.'