You fascinate him, but he hates to admit it. From the moment he snatched you from the clutches of the Celestials in Sabaody Archipelago, you have been anchored in his mind. As time goes by, he also understands more and more what is developing and he...
A/N: Collaboration with a certain game in this chapter - if you know you know ఌ
Warnings: Cussing, violence, tendency to gore
Word count: 3.9k
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The environment is terrifiying, bones and carcasses pile up and all together form some kind of obscure and morbid nature. It reeks of rot and decay. All kinds of bugs and other scavengers crawl and scurry around in the shadows as you carefully tread through the puddles of what seems to be blood or other inwardly liquids. This place is gruesome as the oldest swamps, but yet your Captain decided to send out and explore the isle.
After that wandering stream has hit you, the submarine suffered some damages, which might take a few hours to repair. Hence, the conclusion to go out and see what this island withholds, more than a beautiful gemstone water cave below. It wasn't difficult to find a way out of the grotto, leading straight to this in foul flesh covered waste land. Amazed and disgusted at the same time, you scrunch your nose after smelling the stench of death in the air. If you don't know it any better, this is a graveyard for various creatures, at least five times your size and beyond.
"Watch your step, this place is rather unpredictable.", he instructs you, as you two take on the expedition. Shivers run down your spine as a yellow green fog gathers in the precipice beneath. The Captain feels your anxiety growing and he places his hand on your shoulder: "Be sure to not step into the miasma in the lower regions, you'll be fine when you stay at this height. I'll see to the miasma myself." - "It looks like the oxygen is drained down there."
You'd rather go back to the Polar Tang, but it's already too late, the surgeon of death is determined to survey this place. It suits his demeanor, dark and scary. Lowly you mumble to him: "Just please...be careful, yes?" Mellow eyes narrow at you after hearing you say that. Law nods and holds up a little piece of paper: "If I see this vivre card starting to singe, you better have an explanation, Wolf." That sneer he flashes warms you up from the inside. As he leaps into the abyss you see him skillfully port through the air, dodging stalactites, looking like spines of giant beasts boring through the stone above.
Unexpectedly, you come across interesting looking flora spread all over the place , fascinated by their ability to thrive on the blood soiled grounds. A flower as yellow as human's plasma with a glowing blue core takes your attention. As you give it a nudge with a stick you grabbed from the ground, it suddenly sucks in the air around you, rendering you breathless for a quick second and shoots it out again, leaving the air more purified than in the beginning. Interesting. Might this be a helpful precaution against the miasma? You wonder.
Landing in the deepest pits of this macabre place, Law scans the area for possible threats and dangers. The miasma hovers over the rotten ground and wades in all directions. In the distance he hears roars of unknowing creatures echoing through the shallow halls. The environment is puzzling him, how is the flora and fauna still flourishing and living? Where is this gas coming from?
