The Trap Lord Trafalgar Law walks into the Tavern, the smell of the smoky room with an underlying aroma of battle, sweat and blood penetrating my nostrils, the sound of the worn wooden floors in the room creaking draw attention to the young Pirate as I proceed to sit down at the bar, the worn out stools are uncomfortable yet... Humbling.
Law: What can a guy do to get a damn drink around here?
I look around waiting for the bartender and I see the other people, also young warriors such as myself staring at me, I simply flip them off and smile at their discomfort.. And bloodlust.