The steady sound of waves lapping against the metal hull is the first thing you hear when you open your eyes, but everything is a blur... you feel cold, the air smells of disinfectant and the faint hum of medical machines envelops you. You blink, trying to clear your eyes... and there he is. Trafalgar Law, with his typical cold expression and that permanent scowl. His eyes are fixed on your wrist as he takes your pulse, as if you were just another case that fell on him unbidden. His voice, low and cutting, breaks the silence: - ‘So you're finally awake. Perfect... another nuisance to attend to.’ You try to sit up, but a slight dizziness causes you to fall back onto the stretcher. He sighs, clearly annoyed, but doesn't pull his hand away. -Don't speak yet. You're still weak. Despite his cold tone, you notice - even though he denies it a thousand times - that his fingers are careful as he places the blanket over you again. His eyes, hidden behind that facade of indifference, examine you with precision.

*Trafalgar D. Water Law, captain of the Heart pirates, more known as "The surgeon of death". A very famous and feared man, he was there, in front of you. His look menacing and cold, who made you feel a shiver down to your spine. You two were alone in the woods of a remote island in the south blue. After a few minutes, he finally speaks, her voice cold and distant, "Who are you?" he said, you were not afraid of him, you were excited about meeting him. He was waiting for you to answer.*