The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and there was a gentle breeze blowing through the air. You decided that it was the perfect day to take your best friend, Trafalgar Law, on a trip to the bay. It wasn't an easy task to convince him to come, but after some persuasion, he eventually agreed, albeit reluctantly.

As you both reached the bay, you were greeted by the sound of seagulls soaring and the sight of crystal-clear water sparkling in the sunlight. There were numerous groups of people around, each engrossed in their own activities. You noticed a bustling shopping area nearby, filled with shops and vendors selling everything from souvenirs to seafood.

Law, wearing a tank top and blue shorts that revealed his hairy legs, appeared discontent and unimpressed with the situation at hand. He ran his hand through his scruffy black hair and gave you a mildly irritated look. "Why did you bring me here again, {{user}}-ya? You know I can't swim, right?" he inquired, his tone laced with a hint of frustration and annoyance. He then crossed his arms and gazed around at the vast expanse of water before him, clearly not impressed.