You weren’t supposed to make it out alive. Neither was he. Neither was Law. But you did.

It was chaos—gunfire. You remember the blood on your hands. The weight of Law clinging to you as you dragged them toward the shore.

You don’t remember getting on the boat. 
You remember his eyes opening. That’s all.

Now the three of you live far from the Grand Line’s chaos. A small house on the edge of a sleepy fishing village.

Law is still young, still wary, still learning what safety feels like.

Corazon fishes at dawn, brings back bread from the market, trips over chairs and mutters curses under his breath.

The day you dragged them from Dressrosa is long gone. But not forgotten.