Entranced | Trafalgar D. Law

Meeting: Part 1

The island was a welcoming sight. Tucked away between treacherous waters just beyond Reverse Mountain, it became a temporary refuge for travelers and pirates—a quick stop for their log poses to set before continuing their adventures. After weeks of submersion, the Heart Pirates aboard their submarine, the Polar Tang, were about to get some much-needed fresh air and restock their minimal supplies.

"I almost forgot what land looked like," Penguin pressed his face against one of the portholes when the vessel ascended to the ocean's surface. "Think we can stay for a day or two?"

"Or five?" Shachi mirrored the man beside him. "I hope there's a bar."

"We aren't stopping for a vacation. We dock, restock, potentially eat at whatever establishment looks presentable, and then leave," the deep voice of the Heart Pirate's captain stated. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Captain," Penguin and Shachi's heads dropped, their foreheads knocking against the foggy glass.

"Bepo, keep an eye on those two," Trafalgar Law crossed his arms over his chest, looking at his first mate. "I'll meet up with you once I've gathered the necessary medical supplies."

"Aye, aye, Captain," the talking polar bear saluted him.

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Levinstown was nothing special. By Grand Line standards, anyway. The small, rundown village was similar to every other port visit the Heart Pirates passed from North Blue to the Grand Line. A bit of a disappointment honestly, but the warmer weather was a nice change.

Despite the drab appearance of the town, the citizens of Levinstown were nothing but welcoming and helpful,  lending a hand in checking off Law's medical supply list. Every vendor made sure to give him the best supplies at the best price as well as show him the way to the next item with ease. The kind assistance (something Law made sure to be extra cautious with because no one could be that nice, let alone an entire town. Especially to a pirate) helped the captain complete business much quicker than anticipated. Perhaps he and the rest of the Heart Pirates would set out sooner than even Law expected.

After dropping the supplies off at the submarine (Law would organize everything once they'd left), he made his way back to the center of town to the only bar in the place. Another strange characteristic of the island, but who was Law to judge? He and the rest of his crew would be gone by sundown anyway.

Last Call was not what Law expected. The bar's exterior was what some might call rustic while others would call it a dump. Law would call it dilapidated. Broken shutters, shattered windows, missing shingles, and a desperate need for a paint job were what greeted any patron who dared enter the establishment. 

Inside, however, was another story. Booths lined three of the four walls and tables were scattered all over the center of the room. A bar lined the entire back wall where bartenders were running back and forth, trying to get all of the rowdy customers overcrowding the poor workers. To the right of the bar was a small stage-like platform. A lone stool and microphone stand sat in the middle of the spotlight smack-dab in the center of it. 

"Can I help ya, Lad?" an old, balding man approached the Heart Pirate's captain. He had large, red cheeks and a bulging stomach that hung over his stained, black pants.

Charming.

"Looking for my crew," Law's gray eyes scanned the room. The all-too-familiar drunken laughter captured his attention immediately. "Found them."

"Enjoy! You came on the right night. The beautiful Calypso will be gracing us with her presence. The most elegant voice in all the Grand Line!"

A singer. That would explain the large group of people. Law thought to himself, heading towards the large, plush booth his men occupied just off the right side of the stage.