In Chains

Bound by Misery

As fate would have it – sarcastically speaking – she hurtled like a fallen angel back into his life. It was a little strange, when he took the time to think about it, but not as much as it first appeared. Samira was intended to cross paths with him, which was funny, because he never believed in destiny before.

And yet, something powerful was at work here; something that wanted him to meet her.

That's why he thought she was an angel; no two people just casually found one another after deviating paths. He was meant to be far away from this place, and she was meant ... well to be a figment of his imagination. His crew thought he was drunk – thanks to a certain loud mouthed woman he wanted to rope up and use as Sea King bait.

Which came as a shock to them whenever Shachi brought her on board; she was not a delusion caused by his intoxicated mind. She was real – out cold, but real. The cheeky man wanted to rub this fact deep into their unintelligent faces, but he could wait. His angel was in serious need of medical attention.

She had a broken arm – the skin was swollen and the bone was close to breaking through. Shachi figured she landed roughly when she hit the water. It made him nervous to think that she may have slammed into the rock face on the way down. Although the drop wasn't fatal, approximately 20 meters above the water – if Shachi had to guess – a height such this was still powerful enough to shatter bone. Her condition might be worse than he originally thought, and with little time to take her to the doctor on the island, a dicey idea came to mind.

"Captain ... the Captain. Someone go and call for him," he cried out in haste. Shachi honestly didn't care who; he simply wanted it done.

Bepo – who was on deck – went to retrieve him, uttering a noise of concern beneath his breath as he descended into the mechanical bowels of the Polar Tang. Everyone else – Penguin included – stood and watched; as to why, it was obvious.

Law was repulsed by the notion of helping people. The exception, of course, was his crew and those who benefited him by doing so – Monkey D. Luffy for example.

Relying on his connection with Law – as a member of his crew – he hoped that the doctor would mend her broken bones; no favor included.

But just in case, he had something to sweeten the pot.

Her wanted poster was hidden in the lining of his suit. He kept it because Ikkaku never would have believed him otherwise; she denied it despite the proof and thus the rumor of him being drunk was made. Oh how sweet the rights to boast would be, if only again would Samira open her sad eyes. Her smile was all he wanted, but that depended on his Captain.

Her life was literally in Law's hands.

Which is why he felt nervous as said man walked out onto the deck – Bepo followed closely behind him. He met his Captain's tired stare, determined to put up as much of a fight as he could, but Law didn't seem like he was in the mood to deal with this right now. Knowing that he'd fail to reason with the man, Shachi bit his bottom lip between his teeth.

"It's all my fault this happened. I got her involved with the bounty hunters in town," he explained. His fingers brushed her damp wet hair from her troubled face. She was warm; a fever, he assumed.

Law grunted; his crew was bad about getting into trouble. It was not his problem what became of the girl, but Shachi seemed to be terribly concerned about her safety. It annoyed Law; his crewmate probably would not let her go without seeing her well.

"Jean ... how soon can we leave this island?"

Law kept his stern gaze on the girl. He failed to notice the troubled look his red haired crewmate gave.