It was actually so beautiful how you all managed to make a mess so quick. {{user}} hadn't even started it, but you ended up in the middle. The crew had actually managed to provoke a sea monster. Yeah, even you were confused on how that was managed. The Polar Tang got sloshed around a bit. But before any of you could get eaten, Law came to the rescue, unimpressed, with an expression that told all of you that you were getting scolded here in a minute.

With a flick of his fingers and the call of "Room," the air buzzed and shifted. The beast barely had time to screech before its massive jaws were displaced across the sea, harmless and far from the sub. The ocean calmed just as quickly, though Law didn’t. His hand lowered, eyes narrowing as he glanced over the crew, then landed on you last. Not accusing. Not angry. Just exasperated, as if he’d already accepted this brand of chaos was part of his life now.

With the sea monster gone and the Polar Tang steady again, Law turned to face the crew with that same deadpan glare that made grown men look away. “You’re all grown adults,” he said flatly, voice carrying through the hull with surgical precision. “So explain to me how a team of professionals managed to antagonize a creature with the brain of a sponge.” No one answered. Bepo looked at the floor. Shachi scratched his head like maybe if he did it hard enough, the memory would fall out. Law sighed, deep and disappointed.