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Chapter 1

Upon catching the morning paper from the News Coo overhead, Trafalgar Law's face soured, and he called out, "Bepo!" The white bear lumbered up, watching him expectantly. "Look." He handed the paper to his first mate, indicating the front page. "Vice Admiral. Dive immediately." At his first mate's affirmation of his order, he returned to reading the article, which said the Vice Admiral had finally taken down the quickly-rising rookie, Whirlwind Sage, featuring a picture of the deck of a Marine warship, the Club Pirates strewn around the area, fatally wounded or dead, and the picture of their captain's wanted poster crossed out in thick red lines. The only recognizable features in her wanted poster were her eyes, emerald green with an inner ring of gold, and her brown hair she always kept in a braid, since she wore a black mask over the lower half of her face in the picture above her epithet and bounty of 95 million.

He was now onboard the bright yellow submarine, lovingly dubbed the Polar Tang, and was walking swiftly to his office when his mini Den Den Mushi rang. "Captain!" His senior medic Joshua spoke quickly once he picked it up. "The pirate defeated on Samilly island washed up here seriously injured, should I bring her in for treatment?"

"Yeah, go. I'll be there in a moment." Then he paused. Perhaps she'll be an interesting plaything.

~~~X~~~

Sage woke lying face-down on the gravelly beach of a nearby Summer Island, her blood staining the sand around her a threatening red. Sea salt stung ferociously at a gaping slash on her back, stretching from her left shoulder to her right ribs, a deep cut on her right thigh, and other various, smaller wounds all over. Painfully prying herself up from the sand and pulling her thin black mask over her face again, she saw a small group of men walking quickly towards the beach from the outskirts of the island's town. Keeping her back to the water behind her, she subtly pulled her only remaining weapon, a small knife, from its holster on her lower back under her shirt, and cautiously watched as a man pulled away from the group and approached her, concern showing on his face.

"Miss! What happened?" The tall, lean blond reached out to help her steady herself, but she refused his gesture, simply leaning her weight to the left to take pressure off her heavily bleeding leg, and regarded him warily. His face showed worry, but his dark green eyes were still strong and cautious. "Let me help you. I'm a medic."

Surprised, her eyes widened. What? "No. Leave me alone." She managed to croak out, her dry throat cracking from the salt in her mouth.

"You're going to die otherwise." He stated blankly.

As if I don't know that. Before she could reply, her eyes rolled up in her head and she fainted.

~~~X~~~

Her head pulsed with every heartbeat to match the soft beep beside her, painful enough that it made her hold her tongue between her teeth to keep from screaming. Forcing her jaw to relax and noting her mask had been removed, she opened her eyes slowly to allow them to adjust the blinding white light. She tilted her head to the left, looking across the room to see a tall, lean man with dark hair and deep, alert eyes sitting relaxedly at a desk across the room. He wore blue jeans, spotted with black, a yellow hoodie, and a white fur hat with the same black spots. The smiley on his chest told her immediately who he was: Trafalgar Law, dubbed the Surgeon of Death for his rumored habit of experimenting on innocent civilians in cruel and bizarre ways. His infamy had earned him a place as a Supernova, a rookie pirate with a bounty of over 100 million beli.

The moment she understood who he was her heart rate increased, matched by the beeping of the machine beside the bed she lay in, and Trafalgar sat up, lowering his legs from the desk before him, and nonchalantly pushed his wheelie chair towards her bed. As he got close, she saw that his eyes were a stormy gray and ringed with dark circles, like he hadn't slept in weeks. Creepy.

"Well morning, Miss." In response to his approach she tried edging away from him, but could only manage to twitch her fingers. "Can you hear me?" Her lips opened to answer him, but her throat refused to make anything more than a hideous scratchy sound. "Well that suffices, I suppose." He leaned forward and pressed a button on the side of her bed, which triggered the mattress behind her upper body to rise and elevate her to a relaxed sitting position, then handed her a half-full plastic cup of water.

"Do you remember who you are?" He had procured a clipboard and had it lying on his knee with a pen.

"Sage." Her voice rasped, a little better now she had washed the salt from her throat.

"Last name?"

"Don't have one. Why did you save me?"

"I'm the one asking questions, not you. Wait until I'm done." She sent him a frustrated but conceding glance. "You are the Whirlwind Sage, correct?" She nodded slowly in affirmation. "Age?"

"Twenty. Birthday January first, height 175 cm, weight 68 kilos. No allergies, previously broken three ribs, right radius, fractured left calcaneus. No surgeries besides an appendectomy, one concussion at the age of sixteen." She finished, anticipating the next handful of questions. The supposedly cruelest rookie pirate on the Grand Line calmly wrote down all the information she gave him, then subtly inquired on her outpouring with a slight raise of the eyebrow. "Been in a lot of hospitals. My turn?" She gently lifted herself up higher in the bed, giving no indication of the pain in her back and soreness all over.

"Be my guest."

"How long have I been out?"

"Three days. We are currently sailing between Samily Island and the next island on the Log Pose."

"How did you find me?"

"My senior medic is deserving of your thanks for that. I suggest asking him."

"Why am I alive?"

"Weaklings can't pick their way of death." Rage burst forth from behind her show of nonchalance, her brows knitting into a dangerous V.

"I sure fucking can-" She reached up with lightning speed to the IVs in her left arm with the intent of ripping them out, but before her hand closed on the line, it was stopped by Trafalgar's gripping her wrist with such strength she knew it would bruise.

"Now, now, I won't let you put all my work to waste. Half my crew gave you blood so you wouldn't die. It would be such a shame."

"Why am I worth that much to you?" She nearly spat the question at him, unsuccessfully trying to hold it back.

The Surgeon of Death smirked at her, releasing her wrist. "You could be immensely useful to me." Shellshocked, she stared at him in both fear and surprise.

"Oh great, I'm gonna get my organs melted from inside out. How comforting," she loudly groaned with sarcasm dripping from each word.

"I have no plans for experimentation on you, Miss Sage. You're too valuable."

"How?" Her brows contorted into the most confused look she had ever given someone.

"That shall be seen in time." The door opened, and the blond who had originally approached her entered.

"Captain." The blond tilted his head in greeting, walking into the room fully.

"Miss Sage, this is my senior medic, Joshua." Joshua outstretched his hand for her to shake, which she took after a moment. His hand was large and warm, but he didn't squeeze her hand too hard like most men would, for which she was grateful.

"Hello," The man's voice was soft, just like before, and he spoke as if anything he said could break her in two. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay. Thanks," she replied.