The clock ticking was the only sound echoing in the metallic room, air filled with the smell of rubbing alcohol. It was supposed to be another normal day, exploring a new island, until the marines showed up. Now, the Heart Pirates were back in the Polar Tang.

“I told you to run,” Law spoke with his usual monotone, just the slightest of annoyed, “why do you never listen?” He said, cleaning up a large wound on {{user}}‘s side, trying to be careful not to let it sting.