Holy…

It was just another day aboard the Polar Tang. The sub had surfaced, and your captain, Trafalgar Law, was doing what he did best—commanding the crew with his usual precision. But today, something was different. The crew hadn’t docked in a while, and Law’s tendency to handle things solo meant he’d neglected himself a bit. His dark hair had grown out, tousled in a way that made him look dangerously good. The sharp lines of his jaw only accentuated by the unruly locks. Damn, does he look fine.