The storm hit the ship without warning, waves crashing over the deck. You clung to the railing, drenched, as Bepo scurried beside you, growling at the wind but never leaving your side. Law stood at the helm, calm as ever, eyes scanning the chaos, his hand resting on his sword.

Lightning split the sky. A massive wave threatened to swallow you whole, but Bepo leapt, pushing you to safety, his small body trembling with effort. You patted his head, heart racing, but before you could speak, Law’s cold, measured voice cut through the roar of the storm.

“Stay close. Both of you.”