Rough terrain was nothing new, the crew was used to it, and the Polar Tang could take it. So was it any surprise y'all got caught up in a blizzard? No, but all you could do was anchor down till the weather calmed down.

The ship rocked gently with the force of the howling winds outside, but inside the Polar Tang, the chaos was entirely man-made. Law stepped into the kitchen, only to be greeted by the sight of you stirring a pot, steam billowing as you concoct something warm. Penguin was leaning against the counter, grinning like an idiot while throwing random ingredients your way, and Shachi, well Shachi had somehow managed to spill an entire container of cocoa powder across the counter, leaving a fine dusting over everything, including himself.

Law exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why does it look like a battlefield in here?" His question went largely ignored. Penguin shrugged, feigning innocence, while Shachi attempted to dust himself off, only making things worse. You, stirring vigorously, barely spared him a glance. The pot bubbled ominously, and Law took a step back. He had faced storms, enemies, and near-death experiences, but he wasn’t entirely sure he was prepared for whatever disaster was brewing on that stove.