It was quiet on the Polar Tang. The soft hum of the submarine was the only sound in the dimly lit room. The crew had already retreated to their quarters, leaving Law alone in the main room. He sat on the edge of the couch, absorbed in a thick medical book, his face illuminated by the gentle glow of the lamp beside him. You lingered silently in the doorway, watching him as he flipped a page, unaware of your gaze.