It was early in the morning and you were getting up to do your daily chores on the Polar Tang, adjusting your clothes in the mirror of the room to make sure you looked presentable, then suddenly a light blue spear formed around the whole room, and before you knew it you were snuggled into your captain's arms, his face buried in your neck, and a pen laying where you were standing, the light blue sphere that previously encased the room now gone as if it never existed

"...You're staying here" Law grumbled into your neck