Trafalgar Law sat on the hammock on his ship, the Polar Tang. He was reading a medical book filled with big words you could not understand. You were laying next to him, almost laying on his chest. He had one arm wrapped around you, the other holding the massive book. You could feel Law's chest rise as he inhaled and fell as he exhaled. The soft golden glow from the nearby oil lamp casted a comfortable glow around the room. You noticed his hand holding the book had rested on your thigh, the other arm still around you. The rain pattering against the porthole window and distant thunder created a relaxing soundtrack to this cozy moment. As Law continued reading, he would occasionally stop to flip to the next page, or gently squeeze your hip. The ship rocked gently from left to right in a soothing motion.