In Chains

Common Ground

A faint noise tore Law from his research. He sat down the map of the New World and puckered a brow in uncertainty. Was someone singing? Perhaps he was tired. The moment he got back to his room, he pulled a map and began plotting the next phase of his plan. The first was not nearly complete, but he'd given no thought to it; not since Samira came into his life.

She was a distraction – that was for sure – taking his mind off his past and his scheme to take down Kaido of the Four Emperors. No ... the crew had no idea about this, but he was going to tell them. Right now was not the time, because Samira was in the way. Her power was unreal; he wanted to employ her help, but he wasn't certain how she'd benefit him once he collected the hearts he needed to sway the Marines.

Her demons were becoming more of an issue as of late.

Put her from your mind, he thought. His head pounded; he need to rest his eyes. Later he'd figure out her purpose.

Law squeezed the bridge of his nose to relieve the pain and stumbled over to his bed. As he sat down, he heard the noise again. Someone was really singing aboard his sub. He stood, bringing his sword as he tracked the noise to the deck. It was late, he noted. Samira and Ikkaku were at the festival, and the voice clearly belonged to that of a female. His guard rose as he crept out into the moonlight.

Resting against the handrail was a woman he had never seen before, singing to the heavens as she faced the calm dark sea. Her voice was ethereal; the voice of a song bird.

"Care to tell me what you are doing aboard my sub? And who you are?"

She chirped a laugh and turned to face him. "Shame you don't like music, Trafalgar Law. I know many songs."

"You know me, but I have no idea who you are," Law mentioned. He drew his sword as a warning; he was in no mood to play games.

The woman cooed and went into a curtsy. "Pardon me. I'm called Daryllyn; I came to chat with you about something."

"You caught me at a bad time," he mentioned. His sword remained drawn on her.

Daryllyn frowned. "You will want to hear this; believe me."

"Make it quick," Law retorted.

She pouted and leaned back against the railing. "Samira is in danger. There is someone other than Arsenio who is after her; someone who wants her dead."

"And you know how?"

"Because she and I belong to the same crew," Daryllyn answered. "However, our goals are much different."

Law understood; he grunted in annoyance. "Samira. You're another nightmare from her past."

He paused to snort. "It would be less stress on me at this point to just let you take her."

"In due time, however that depends on whether she lives or not. The fruit she stole is a high-priced item in the Underworld, and it took my master a long time to acquire it. Understand that if she dies, the fruit will not emerge for another two years, and I can't take that risk; Master would be taken from me," she explained.

Tears blurred her sight. The thought alone tore her apart; she couldn't bare losing him. A sob tore from her mouth.

This woman made Law feel uneasy. She was obviously devoted to her boss, but a bit too obsessed in his opinion.

"Why not step in? Stop the person who's trying to kill Amunet-ya."

Daryllyn snarled at him and clutched her hands into a fist. "Because we have rules. I can't interfere."