Seas of Convergence (Trafalgar Law x OC)

Echoes of the past

My stay here was far from comfortable; the only solace I found was in sleep, a fleeting escape from the oppressive atmosphere. Each day felt like an eternity as I obsessively searched for clues about the Revolutionary Army's base, desperately yearning to uncover the truth behind the destruction of my home island and the Navy's abrupt hostility when I mentioned its name.
I clung to the smallest fragments of information I could uncover.

Monet's ever-watchful presence only added to my anxiety. There was something deeply unsettling about her—an eerie calmness that belied her potential for danger. She seemed to relish in my discomfort, shadowing my every move like a hawk. Sometimes, i dreaded the moments she would leave me alone, for it meant the oppressive quiet would return, broken only by the unsettling sounds of the lab. The  corridors buzzed with the hum of Den Den Mushi, their eyes glimmering with an insidious awareness that left me feeling exposed and vulnerable. The tight security hinted at secrets I could vividly imagine—what was the scientist doing that required such intense surveillance?

I kept my promise to Caesar, shifting my focus to the tasks he assigned, careful to tread lightly and avoid any actions that might provoke the wrath of that bird woman. One misstep, and I was certain I’d find myself on the wrong end of her icy demeanor. Her flimsy attire in this frigid environment only fueled my suspicions—what hidden power layed beneath that exterior? Perhaps a Devil Fruit ability? The thought sent shivers down my spine.

Then there was the enigma of the man that i found out, was aside from me wandering around the lab, with the mushroom-shaped hat—Trafalgar Law. He moved through the lab like a specter, radiating an unsettling detachment that sent chills racing down my back. The tension between him and Caesar Clown was palpable, their strained conversations echoing through the sterile hallways. Law was no friend to Monet either; the sharpness in his gaze suggested he was a wild card.

Caesar Clown, with his manic grin and unsettling laughter, was a constant reminder of how deep I’d fallen into this chaos. Our brief bargain to avoid trouble had seemed like a lifeline at the time, but each encounter with him only deepened my sense of dread. His presence loomed large, a dark cloud hanging over my already fragile sense of security.

With each passing day, the unease in my gut grew heavier, gnawing at my resolve. How had my life unraveled so swiftly. The tasks I performed were simple enough, if i ignored  the masked men and the eerie, oversized children roaming the lab. It was like a nightmare, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I might not escape this island  alive.

Truth be told, I'd worked in an old lab on Karakuri Island before, as an apprentice to Vegapunk. That man was a genius-eccentric, mysterious, with a brilliance that seemed otherworldly. I admired him, but I was a coward. When his experiments began to push boundaries, reaching a level of madness I wasn't ready for, I left. I wasn't suited for that kind of work, at least not back then. I had no Devil Fruit powers, no real strength to keep up. So, after five years of studying under him, I returned to my homeland.

If you'd told me I'd end up back in a lab, using that knowledge again, I would've laughed in your face. But now, I didn't have much choice. For the time being, I'd stay here and play along-until I found the Revolutionary Army's base.

Despite my discomfort, I couldn't help but be drawn to Law’s presence. His reputation preceded him—one of the Seven Warlords, i came to find out, feared by many, yet he seemed to navigate this twisted lab with an unsettling ease. I was just a pawn in a much larger game, and I knew it deep in my mind, but refused to admit it.

The next day, I found myself caught in the monotony of my routine, going through my tasks as usual. It had been weeks since I arrived on this island, yet I felt like a ghost drifting through its shadows, never fully exploring or understanding its depths. My ignorance gnawed at me, but Monet’s relentless surveillance stifled any attempts at curiosity. Her presence was as cold and calculating as the steel she wielded, and I could sense there was something more sinister at play beneath her serene exterior. Caesar, her master, claimed she was his assistant, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that they were entangled in something far more dangerous than they let on.

Trafalgar Law was as enigmatic as ever, an unapproachable figure draped in layers of mystery. His demeanor was detached, as if he were constantly observing the world from behind a glass wall. I had overheard whispers from one of the creatures that roamed the island—once human, now transformed by a cruel twist of fate. Poisoned gas had immobilized their legs, leaving them helpless until Law, with his Devil Fruit powers, intervened. He replaced their legs with animal limbs, allowing them to move again. It was a request made by Caesar, and in their eyes, Law had become a savior, a beacon of hope in a place steeped in despair. The juxtaposition of their gratitude and my growing suspicion only deepened my confusion.

If there had indeed been poison gas on this island that spared the nerves of those it afflicted, it could only have been produced by Caesar himself. No one else had the knowledge or the means to do so. This realization twisted my stomach—Caesar had never been a savior; he was a puppeteer, pulling strings to gain their trust and make them repay his favor. The more I pieced together this puzzle, the more I felt the weight of something terrible lurking in the shadows.

Having been an apprentice to Vegapunk before had ignited my curiosity about the world and the things that inhabited it; Why would someone like Law choose to come to this eerie lab, especially if he had no fondness for either Caesar or Monet? My resolve to keep my distance began to waver, my mind aching with questions. I yearned to uncover the truth behind his motivations, to understand what drew him to this sinister place.

The lab itself was a disconcerting labyrinth, steeped in an unsettling atmosphere, something shady was happening here, and I could feel it—it was compelling me to investigate.