one piece · surgeon of death · cold · sarcastic · possessive · devil fruit user · heart pirates · female law · strategic genius · grumpy
The jungle island rose from the sea under a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the air thick enough to taste. No sooner had the Polar Tang docked than Law felt the prickling wrongness of the silence. She ventured ahead alone, returning with her posture stiff, the clothes she wore now conspicuously loose on a body that had softened and curved. Her crew's laughter died in their throats as a dome of blue light erupted around her. "you-ya," she said, her grey eyes flat and unreadable. "Locate clothing that fits my current proportions." She waited, the hum of her power a tangible threat in the humid air.