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A/N: Longest chapter yet.

CHAPTER 8

Mirra-ya had been mildly detached since her return from Marineford. She was soft spoken and generous with her polite smiles. She had answered to every one of Law's questions regarding how the meeting progressed not leaving out the details about agitating Navy Admiral Akainu. 'I really should learn to think things through before speaking.' she had said, regretting her actions only when she weighed in the safety of the crew. 'I would not put it past him to try and actively pursue us.' Law had reminded her that becoming a Shichibukai would prevent exactly that but she remained unsettled.

He could tell those eyes had nearly cried a river recently and had a feeling it had something to do with the burgundy colored hat resting atop her head. It was the very same, very ridiculous one that Cora-san used to wear.

Shachi and Penguin had been quick to note the change and had taken it upon themselves to try to cheer her up. The former had actually come up with the crazy idea to challenge her to a duel. It had ended before it begun with Bepo knocking the ginger male out with a furry paw to the hatted head and thankfully no deaths or concussions.

However, 5 days after Mirra-ya's solo operation, Trafalgar Law found himself unwilling to let her out of the submarine. The Surgeon of Death couldn't make a sniveling, apologizing, rambling guilty bear hold back his tears, but what he could do was cure a mild concussion and forbid his dangerous and fidgeting nakama from approaching a World Noble.

The thing was, Mirra-ya's reddened eyes and lack of teasing Shachi and Penguin had lasted approximately 12 hours. The moment she stepped into Sabody and laid her eyes on a runaway slave begging people for help only to be pushed away and ridiculed, she had turned into a monster. She reached up to random slaves, calmed them to avoid an interrogation or screaming, destroyed their metal collar with Umikatta and vanished into the shadows.

All this was done multiple times with utmost discretion, complete with a mask and a very dark, very tight jumpsuit, and Law had no room to complain. Tonight however, was a different story.

"Mirra, let's go to the amusement park." An excited Bepo cornered Mirra on her way out of the submarine.

"I was planning to go for a stroll, Bepo-san. You can accompany me if you want." There were far more important things she could do.

He frowned "But you said the same thing yesterday as well. And the day before that. And before that too." Must… not… give in to… adorable… bear. "The amusement park of Sabody Archipelago is the best in all seas. Don't you want to go while we're here?"

"Maybe you should take someone else along." She had to let out a deep breath to rebuild her wall of determination that was being toppled over by the first mate's expectant beady eyes.

"But Captain won't come with and I don't wanna to be stuck in a Ferris wheel with Shachi and Penguin again. Last time, they tried to convince me the hinges would fall off and we would roll across the Archipelago and fall into the sea stuck in a compartment attached to the giant wheel." Those cruel men. "They had the best chocolate ice-cream in all the seas too."

The evil bear pushed the right button. "I guess I can take my stroll after a few amusement park rides."

Mirra pickpocketed her way through 5 ice-cream cones for herself and 12 for the first mate. "You're unbelievably good at this stea-" He remarked and caught himself and begun to apologize profusely. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Bepo-san." She grinned, pleased with her sugar rush mixed with adrenaline from the roller coaster ride. "I steal for survival." And only from shady people.

"You sound like Penguin." He said sweat dropping. He knew for a fact that 17 ice-cream cones and countless rollercoaster, spinning tea cup, Ferris wheel and free fall rides weren't exactly necessary for survival.

"It's hard not to fall into their pace though don't you think?" The bear agreed and they both returned to their ice-cream cones. Mirra savored the end of the cone filled with real chocolate which, she might add, was her favorite part and swallowed it. "Bepo-san?"

"Hm?"

"If you don't mind me prying, will you tell me how you met Captain? You are the first mate and navigator so I imagine you were the first one to join the crew?"

"Yeah, I was the first." He said, a blush spreading on his cheeks which should have been impossible for someone so furry. "8 years ago, he found me at a circus in North Blue. I was just cub then and the circus people made me do tricks and locked me up most of the time. I saw him trying to steal from the food stock but he got caught and thrown into the cage beside me. We had been given lunch a few minutes ago and Captain looked tired and hungry so I pushed a half of my fish into his cage. He said he couldn't eat raw fish cause' he didn't want salmonella. I saved it anyway and pocketed one of the matches they used to light a fire ring I had to jump through during my next practice. Then when I got back, I gave him the matches, candles and fish and told him to cook it." The bear scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "He was shocked to find out I could talk at first. After he ate, he said he had enough energy to use his powers to leave and offered to take me with him."

Caged. Mirra's eyes hardened. "I never got a beating very often though." He said as if reading her mind. "I could understand what they said so I learned the circus tricks with little effort."

No innocent should be caged or abused or forced to perform for the other's amusement. How kind was it of a caged cub to help a hungry stranger? How unfair was it for people to go hungry while food enough to feed an entire village was laid to waste each day in what they called holy lands. Mirra did not voice these thoughts however because Bepo-san sounded like he had long come to terms with his past. Instead, she voiced what the first mate obviously considered the most significant part of his story.

"8 years ago…" She repeated. So he hadn't been entirely alone for long. "I'm glad you and Captain have had each other all this time." She couldn't help but grin to herself feeling much lighter than the first time she stepped foot on Sabody 10 years ago. "We should take that stroll now Bepo-san." The sun had just disappeared into the sea and it would be dark soon. Perfect.

"We should leave." Strolling around the lawless area was a bad idea. That is, for the group of stinky men surrounding them because Bepo doubted he could stop Mirra from kicking their ass if she really wanted to.

"I've never seen a talking bear. Or tits that perky." One of the men drawled openly eying Mirra's jumpsuit clad chest. "I bet they'd fetch a high price. Whatcha say men?"

"We would like to go ahead peacefully." She said to the vulgar man and he guffawed in response. "The only place you're going is to a damn cozy cage in the human shoppe, Angel~chan."

Her nose scrunched up in annoyance and she regretted not putting on her mask after the Amusement park. "Never."

"Come now, Angel~chan. Make this easy for yourself. You cannot run from us, you know. I'd prefer not to hurt you."

"Silent" a thin film of purple surrounded the two Heart Pirates. "Should we rip their vocal chords and blind them so they can't recognize or describe us?"

"Ehhhhhh?" This was not what the bear expected to hear. "Creepy Mirra! We cann-" The stinky men had decided to step into the silent dome, apparently offended of being ignored. Bepo panicked, he could not allow Mirra to permanently maim 20 men under his watch when they were supposed to draw as less attention as possible.

He dodged a punch each from two men and kicked them out of consciousness. Another came at him with an iron club and he had to lower himself enough to kick the offender in the family jewels. He apologized profusely in his mind as the man kneeled over in pain and focused his gaze on Mirra. It took half a moment before his mind registered what was in front of him. Seven men were clutching at their bleeding throats not producing a single sound and she was straddling an eighth with her ivory crescent moon daggers ready to slash.

Bepo cursed at himself for stepping out of the silent dome and thinking nothing bad was happening because there were no cries of pain. "Wait Mirra!" he exclaimed and the girl halted looking back calmly as if she had been interrupted while reading a not very interesting book. "Stop." He ordered and the girl thankfully, obliged while the bear knocked the rest of them unconscious skillfully.

He walked over to the girl and noted her victims all had passed out, probably out of fear. He was about to tell her off for causing so much trouble but his keen nose caught on an unmistakable scent. A sickly clean scent that would make what Mirra did moments ago look like a warm up compared to what she would do if she wasn't taken away from here right away.

Mirra had stiffened completely which made it easier for Bepo to grab her and hide behind the nearest mangrove tree. It was silent, even without Mirra's powers but not for long. Loud metallic clanking sounds accompanied by footsteps and slurping resonated and Bepo could smell Mirra's fear and anger.

"Go, faster! Faster!" The shrill voice was unpleasant. "It's getting dark. Nii-sama must be waiting."

The female Celestial dragon kicked the skinny blonde man she was sitting on and he toppled over in pain. "You filthy, pathetic human!" She screeched and kicked him again, and again. Spitting at his face. "You are good for nothing! I don't want you in my sight anymore." She reached for the gun strapped to her white suit and Bepo had to hold back an enraged Mirra with all his strength.

The gun was now at point blank range and Bepo could tell he'd lose his grip on Mirra any moment. Before she flipped him over and tried to rescue the slave, he made a difficult decision. He held Mirra's shoulders in a death grip and brought his head down to the back of hers as hard as he could. The flailing body went limp and Bepo held her gently, praying she didn't have a concussion. The sound of the bullet leaving the gun and piercing the poor man's skull was definitely not something Mirra could have stayed back watching.

Law did his best to maintain his composure. As Captain, he had to take actions against the girl for disobeying orders and laughing at her ah… creative approach to staying anonymous would not help the cause. "You did what you had to. There's no use regretting." Law said to a hysteric, apologizing Bepo. He acknowledged Law's attempt to comfort him with a nod even if it didn't help all that much. "She doesn't have a concussion and there are no Navy Admirals on our tail which could easily have been the case. Isn't that right Mirra-ya?"

At least she had the decency to look ashamed. "I'm truly sorry. Captain, I take full responsibility of what happened today none of it was Bepo-san's fault."

"You do? Then tell me, how do you plan to clean this mess up?" She averted her eyes since the only way she could see was going back and finishing up what she started and Captain would definitely remove her eyes and vocal-chord with his powers if she suggested it. "On a second thought, don't voice your answer. Bepo, go to the kitchen and ask Warren to grill you a fish. Call it an early night."

Dread set deep in Mirra's bones with the fading thumps of Bepo-san's footsteps.

"I won't tolerate you endangering my crew and our plans no matter how sensible you think your actions are." His voice was accusatory and the already bubbling guilt inside her threatened to surface. "We are pirates and you are one of my crew so before you decide to mutilate a large group of people, think of all possible consequences. If your loyalties lie with me, start acting like it. Do I make myself clear?"

Mirra met his gaze bearing the weight of her mistake. "Yes Captain. I will follow you anywhere."

"You and Bepo will not leave the ship until the night of the raid. Next time I won't let you off this easy."

"There will not be a next time." She assured.

After Mirra was dismissed she headed straight for the dining hall.

"Bepo-san, I wanted to make sure you were okay." She said softly approaching the first mate who was eating a giant grilled fish with Jean Bart at his side.

"I could have never guessed you were this troublesome, kid." Jean teased, though he did his best to sound as unimpressed and gruff as possible. "You gave Bepo quite a scare."

"I wasn't scared." The bear looked offended, "Well, maybe I was but you'd be too if you've even seen Captain really angry." He considered it for a moment looking wary and asked Mirra "He isn't angry, right?"

"Not at you Bepo-san but we two aren't allowed to leave the submarine." Which was completely reasonable really. "I'm sorry."

"I don't think I wanna do that for a few days anyway. So don't worry. Besides, we'll have time to use the training room now, right? I miss your lessons."

Mirra couldn't help but smile feeling a lot better at seeing the first mate recover so fast. Jean smirked like he knew a secret. "Try not to murder those two brothers of yours after you see the training room."

Oh. Her keys. The keys Shachi had taken during her bullet removal operation. "What did they do?"

"Eh? We're medics." Penguin was playing dumb. "So our cleaning duties are reserved for the medical bay and occasionally the showers. Do you know how large they are?"

"Besides this is how a training room is supposed to look like." Shachi added.

"You mean covered with empty water bottles, energy bar wrappers, scattered equipment and boot shaped dents on the wall?" Mirra put her hands on her waist trying to look menacing which she failed at if Penguin throwing an arm around her shoulders and grinning was anything to go by. "He means properly utilized."

"Oi you two, get up here! Go on a supplies run and make yourselves useful. Warren wants fresh ingredients." A voice, Max's called from the stairs above.

"See? Now we're busy too." Shachi looked a little too smug. It was too much fun taunting the girl.

"Aye, we'll be right there Kiddo." Penguin shouted back and a little gently to Mirra he asked. "Do you want us to bring back anything from the outer world? Paint? Chocolate? That gorgeous white dress with the most intricate golden embroider-"

"You two are insufferable." She nudged them away puffing out her cheeks involuntarily. Those scruffy giggling men would be the death of her. Sighing but content at having something to do, she began picking up the trash in the ship's training room.

Two weeks and countless episodes of 'Lets tell prisoners Mirra and Bepo stories of the outerworld and how bright and lively their lives could have been if they weren't so bloodthirsty.', Mirra sat on the treadmill sweaty but not breathless from her 2 hour 'run'. She opened the newspaper Captain had thought she'd want to see and disagreed immediately. She most definitely did not want to see the headline 'Promoted to Fleet Admiral: Akainu Sakazuki' but it did make things interesting.

"How dishonorable Kuzan." She mumbled.

"Kuzan? Mirra you are friends with Admiral Aokiji?" Bepo asked surprised. That was the most enthusiasm he had shown since their submarine-arrest. Staying underwater affected him more than anyone.

"I used to be." She smiled fondly, she'd had too many snow cones, popsicles, and shaved ice and dodged too many ice daggers during training sessions with him to ever deny their friendship. And well, he's pretty cool, for an ex-Marine.

"Two new Admirals and Aokiji going solo, this New Age sure is interesting already." Law smirked mostly to himself. "A shame we cannot go to New World right away."

The audio den den mushi started speaking in a voice that rivaled Mirra and Bepo's excitement. "Target spotted, Captain! All men gather at the dining hall right now! Oh and uh- Mirra too. Finally some action! Amirite Bepo, Mirra—oww! Bastard Jean, why'd you punch me. D'you have any idea what it's like staying here day after day? … ch ch … Like I said I like submarines but I need fresh air too. Ehhh? Oh is this still recording? Hu-"

Bepo grinned baring all teeth and swooped Mirra and Law into a suffocating embrace. "Finally! Finally to the outerworld- " the word caught on. "I trained everyday with Mirra, Captain. I'll surely kick some ass today."

"Too much sweat-" Mirra struggled for breath from the suffocating, sweaty grip.

"Bepo tch, you are too old for this." Law scolded but he didn't look all that menacing with his face turned blue from embarrassment and forced into a three way hug with a girl and a bear in matching tank-tops, shorts and headbands.

"I've never seen you fight but they say it's amazing so I'm looking forward to that. You gotta leave some for me though! I was cooped up in the sub to keep an eye on you so you owe me now-Oww! Asshole Jean. Look at the size of your fist before you punch!"

"Stop babbling, idiot." Jean grunted.

Lyon tended to talk a lot but Mirra found the silver haired engineer's company warm and funny. Not to mention Jean seemed most comfortable with him besides Bepo and Mirra herself. "Don't tell me you aren't excited Jean. You probably thrash around in your sleep trying to smash their skulls." She laughed teasingly.

"Yup! I can confirm that. Curses too 'Grrrr.. You will never get me cowards! Grrr Yaahh!' – OWW sunovabitch Jean! Can't I say a single thing without getting punched?"

"Stop that you two. We have to move in now." Mirra stared pointedly.

Jean sighed heavily. "Finally you can silence the nonsense that spews outta his mouth."

"Oh yeah, Penguin said you could do that. Not as cool as Captain's body modification powers but still okay. I'd never get to come on anything remotely stealthy without yours though so I guess it kinda makes up for its uncoolnes-."

"Calm"

Mirra and Jean had to make sure they unlocked every single cage doors of every human shop within an hour. Mostly because Lyon tried to make as much noise as possible, rotating keys in his fingers, trying to whistle and smashing pots on the floor grinning wildly at the no sound it produced, they had decided to let Lyon just walk in through the front door while they did the secretive work.

"Welcome young sir, what can I get for you? Would you like to buy a human female? We have quite the selection. A lean model, an athletic volley ball player, a dancer with soft curves, what is your type, young sir?" The human traders sounded like an over-enthusiastic salesperson. It brought a deep frown upon Lyon's usually grinning lips. These people were sick.

"How many employees do you have?"

"Oh, heh you see the employees aren't for sale. Youn-"

"How many?" He demanded again in his best no nonsense voice. Which was saying a lot since he was very prone to talking nonsense.

"Are you looking to join? Well right now we have 3 including me but it's a pretty boring business. We only take neck-ringed merchandise you see so I'm sure we can find you a vacanc.." his eyes widened in shock for a fraction of a second before his body went limp as two swift kicks struck his torso effectively rendering him unconscious.

Mirra whistled from the floor above "That was pretty good." The silver haired man struck out a peace sign in acknowledgement. "I'll go get the remaining two. Be back in 5."

Mirra split the stone walls open with her crescent moon daggers and sent the slaves rushing through archipelago, towards Rockey Port.

"You sure you don't need a break Mirra Onee-chan?" Shachi asked impressed and concerned that she and her team had raided 4 auction houses and 9 human shops.

"I'm fine." Mirra assured.

"Why is it that whenever we get into a fight you are completely covered in dirt or blood?" Penguin pointed to the front of her white dress which was apparently her impractical color of choice to wear every time they had to get their hands dirty. "I hope none of that's your own."

So Mirra had rampaged in a particularly large auction house when they tried to put an exploding collar around Lyon's neck, it hadn't made that much of a difference. Besides, they weren't dead. Just unconscious from the blood loss. "It is not mine."

"Let's move forward." Captain had his terror inducing grin on. "Take whoever you want but Oily Oliver is mine."

"Aye Aye Captain!"

Trafalgar Law, Bepo, Mirra, Shachi, Penguin and Jean Bart entered the base of the pirates/slave traders who dared drug and cage The Heart Pirate crew members at Esukepu isle and dare the Captain say it was not fun.

The Oily Pirate's nest was disappointing and filled with 29 underwhelming weaklings. The three men and the bear knocked out opponents with a mix of disciplined martial arts and thrashing wildly. It had become a habit, watching them fight. The girl however was … mesmerizing. She demanded respect even with the fraction of her power she was using. Her blades didn't look like an extension of her body but that was only because of the unspoken promise of destruction her hands would bring if she let go of the focus on wielding them. They were mere tools to contain, but not restrict her power. She was grace, yes, but with the blood on her dress and scars on her back she was also wrath and frustration and pain.

Law stood near Mirra who straddled one of the higher rank Oily crewmate. The man would come gloat to them while they were caged and throw pieces of bread at them through it like they were animals. She spoke in that deranged almost maniacal manner. "I can still hear the wails of agony from the slave houses in Mariejois." She pinned his arms to the floor with the base of her palms. "I'd like that replaced with the cries of people who put them there. So go ahead and don't worry, only I can hear you scream. Silent" A translucent purple dome covered the two but the soundlessness didn't matter because Law could see the scream in his eyes as Mirra's daggers slit the skin on his neck.

Her words fueled Law's desire to cut somebody's heart out. Trying to shake off his suddenly overwhelming anticipation, he walked further into the base to find Captain Oily Oliver.

"Super rookie bastard. You may have defeated my crew but don't take me lightly. I'm a wanted man too."

"Room" Law wanted some questions answered and separating heads from bodies was a surprisingly effective way of making people talk. He slashed his Kikkoku at the pudgy blond man but didn't get the results expected.

"Bahahahahaahahah wiped your smug face off didn't I, super rookie?"

"A logia type." Law remarked. This could be more fun than he initially thought.

"I ate Tōyu-tōyu no Mi and became and oil human. I've been on this business for 5 years and nobody has ever escaped me." He sneered, pleased. "Except you and those two rats of yours and yet, here you are back again gifting yourself to me. Bahahahahahaha. Toxic oil splash."

A sphere of murky oil shot towards Law who jumped away it just in time to avoid it. The oil splattered on the wall and drifted to the floor, steaming and creating a slippery mess. This guy needed to be put down before the whole room was covered in toxic oil. If only he could control his haki.

"Sticky oil rope" Oily Oliver's fingers had extended into black ropes of oil and fluttered like ribbons trying to bind Law.

"Shambles" His ropes hit the wall and Law decided to attempt at a haki infused slash.

"Oh, no more dodging? Well, that's fine with me. I'll capture you faster." Law made wild slashes that failed again and again.

'Ambition, determination, confidence are said to be the key to will power manifestation' He had read it in one of his books. Determined, yes he was determined to bring down this man for his ambition but it was difficult to gather confidence after so many failed attempts. Trafalgar Law, not sure of himself, what had the world come to. He kept dodging balls of oil aimed at him, trying to muster up will. 'You are a dedicated man, Captain. Remember what you want most in the world, convince yourself there is no way you cannot achieve it. If you want to eliminate the obstacle that stands between you and your goal, hit with certainty, hit hard and make it count.' He slashed with his nodachi again, and this time the oil human split in two.

"W-What is this?" the man shouted. "Bastard, what do you think you're doing?" His haki worked, embarrassing how he got motivated by a pep-talk from the past. He didn't have it fully in control but it was a start. Smirking, he decided to try something new.

"Relax now, this may sting a little." A logia type just so happened to be the perfect test subject. "Radio Knife."

"Capt'n! That was awesome!" Shachi exclaimed. His crewmates were seated near a pile of 29 unconscious men.

"Bepo, come help me extract information." His first mate obliged, leaping upward and landing on his feet on Oily Oliver's face.

"Now Oil-ya, tell me how you got your hands on the hepatica drug?"

"Admiral, no, Fleet Admiral Akainu-ya. A not so underground inhuman business runs especially close to Navy HQ did you know?" Law smirked, opening the lid of the large wooden crate. "I went ahead and cleaned most of the criminals out for you."

Akainu gritted his teeth so hard, they threatened to fall off. "What are you implying rookie? Slavery is a world-wide taboo abolished decades ago. The Navy doesn't tolerate such abominations."

"Is that so, Bakazuki?" Mirra suppressed her rage and fear of what she was to do. In an especially mocking tone only reserved for Akainu she continued, "I wonder where your justice was, for the past 10 years." Her hands reached behind her back and unzipped the bloody white dress to reveal her scars and marks. A collective noise broke out as expected, but not one aimed disgusted glances at her. These spectators, or rather, soldiers' whispers and gasps represented her less than human status as much as their incompetence and the World Government's corruption. Here, the hoofs of the dragon galloping across the heavens were weapons. Here, the marks brought as much shame to them and their flawed justice as it did to her and so the few hundred marines that surrounded them averted eyes when she stared them down.

"We didn't discuss this Mirra-ya." Captain all but growled. For the first time, Akainu looked at a loss for words. "Pay attention now Bakazuki." Mirra remained still, she didn't trust her hands enough to carefully zip herself up. Instead, he balled then into fists to stop them from shivering. Tufts of her lilac hair thinly covering her back would have to do for now.

"I'll explain the situation at hand in Fleet Admiral-ya." He grabbed one of the pouches from inside the crate and tossed it to the startled and furious man. "Heart of a slave trader, he was a particularly nasty one, though I guess 99 others were equally so as well. Half of my crewmates are looking after over 600 shackled and drugged humans and the ones who tried to sell them in an auction at Rockey Port. A quarter are here accompanying me. The rest have intercepted video den den mushi signals reaching every navy base and city the Navy HQ communicates to all over the grand line and blue seas ready with live footage of my men fighting Navy soldiers who want the slaves back in their cage." Drops of nervous sweat appeared on the Fleet Admiral's face. "Slave trade might not go well with people far away from Sabody and a lot of your soldiers want to actually uphold justice, can you handle a rebellion within the marines so early in your career as Fleet Admiral?"

"You think you can blackmail your way to becoming a Shichibukai, rookie?"

Clearly the man refused to see the navy's shortcomings. This man with his talk of absolute justice and cruelty and blind righteousness was exactly why Mirra had long decided to refuse serving the World Government. "Isn't that what your strongest pirate ally, Donquixote Doflamingo do?"

"So it all comes down to becoming papa's little girl. That clumsy fool got himself killed the moment he betrayed us. Rosinante spent too much time playing pirat- "

And just like that, Mirra was on him. Her nails clad in haki gripped his neck with enough pressure to let him know she could rip out his throat right then. "You do not get to speak his name." The soldiers began closing in with their swords and Akainu held out his hands for them to stop. Changing into his logia form made the girl wince and withdraw.

"Don't get ahead of yourself kid." He was an upholder of peace and justice, the navy fleet admiral after all. "Sengoku-san and Tsuru-san have always tolerated you being a nosy brat. Even after you've done the worst thing possible and become a pirate they let you walk freely." His moldering lava face made it difficult for Mirra to bash his ugly face in. That didn't mean she wouldn't try it if he kept talking. The worse thing was, she knew that was exactly what he wanted. Trash taking brash little kids was one of his sadistic hobbies. "But I know the dangers of letting you regain powers. You once were a match for me but I can squish you like the pest you are right now and no one could stop me."

"Aren't you getting ahead of yourself?" Law spoke up. "I don't appreciate being ignored. Mirra-ya is under my protection. She has nakama now and you will not lay a finger on her unless you want to risk the revolutionary army finally getting enough manpower to make a move." "Use your useless hotheaded brain for a brief moment and tell me Akainu-ya, how will the Gorosei fare, when the world refuses to bow down to the Gods in Mariejois? Are you really in a position to make threats?"

A/N: I made up my own Rockey port incident because I don't think the Navy would care about 100 pirate hearts/lives. Also I have literally no idea how to write fight scenes. What are your thoughts on that? Any tips?

Oh and some of you might be anxiously awaiting MirraLaw fluff/smut/romantic interaction and while the romance will come in a few chapters and smut is a long way off get readaaayyy 4 some fluff. (Well, more like Mirra fangirling and OOC Law but whatever)

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