"Doctor Trafalgar Law." a cold, smooth voice stated. "What are you doing here?"

The tall man was sitting in the bay on his ship, the Polar Tang, his grey eyes looked up at the woman standing on the dry land.

"Why should I answer that?" he smiled slightly.

"Because" she popped her hip slightly. "I would like to know."

Her long blonde hair was waving down her back, covering the hood of her sweater. She was holding her jacket in her arms, smirking at the Captain of the Heart Pirates. Trying to hide her laboured breathing.

"Well," he scoffed. "It's none of your business."

"It is if you can help me." she sniffed a little, trying to hide her side, which was oozing blood. "Please, Doctor."

His eyes flashed to her side, and he immediately stood, jumping from his ship to investigate.

"How long has it been there?" he asked, removing her hand.

"Hours." she sniffed, struggling not the wince. "It makes me wish I was a logia-type."

He chuckled and picked her up. "Have a name, doll?"

"Melody." she winced as he took her onto the submarine.

"Creed Pirates' Melody Milan?" he chuckled, sitting her down on the deck. "Where's your captain?"

"D-dead." she hissed in pain. "Bad fight with the goddamned Pacifista's, I just barely managed to take it out before we made our retreat. No doctor in town wants to treat a damned pirate."

He blinked, "That will bring up your bounty for sure."

"Hmm," she hummed and closed her eyes, starting to feel weak from the pain and exhaustion.

"Rest easy." he was moving her, but she was too tired to fight it.

After what felt like hours she could hear a few voices.

"And she just let you take her onto the ship?" a guy was asking.

"Yes," it was Law speaking, but muffled. "She had a bad fight; I gassed her a bit just now. I don't know her resistance though; she sounds like she has a devil-fruit power."

She refused to move; there was a cold breeze that told her that her shirt was lifted up, she knew that they hadn't stitched her up though or anything, due to the burning sensation in her side.

"She's gorgeous." another voice piped up. "I didn't think the Creed crew had any ladies aboard."

"Penguin," the first voice almost shouted. "Stop ogling her; she needs medical attention."

"You're staring too, Bepo." said the second voice, judging it was Penguin.

There was quiet. "I'm sorry." aid Bepo softly.

"We'll have to..." Law was speaking heavily. "Cut off her bra. We can salvage the shirt so she can cover up again, but the bra is in the way and soaking up the blood. If we don't move soon, it will start sticking to her body like a gauze."

The other men in the room were silent.

"I have a stiller hand for that." it was Bepo.

There was a snip in her cleavage from something cold and metal. And she could feel her breasts popping out of the material.

"C-cover them." Law's shaking voice spoke. "With her shirt, if you can, after you get rid of the bra."

There was snipping again above each cup, and the material was gone from her chest, with much pain from her side when it moved away. A heavy hand moved her shirt down to cup her breasts again in the material, and the hand felt clawed.

"A-are all ladies so?" Bepo asked.

"Not without surgery mostly," Penguin mumbled. "Not a single stitch on her though."

"F-focus please," Law mumbled back.

"Could have bought me a drink first," Melody mumbled softly, barely a whisper. "But it isn't every day a guy snips my bra off."

She opened her eyes slightly. Law's eyebrows were high up they had disappeared into the rim of his hat, his face hidden in a surgical mask. The man to her other side was beet red, his eyes and face buried into the edge of his cap, while a giant polar bear was nearby, bra and scissors in hand were just as shocked looking.

"So." Law swallowed. "Nitrous Oxide doesn't work on you well, would you p-prefer morphine?"

"Sure." she sighed, looking over to the blood bag she was hooked up to. "Be gentle with me while I'm under doc."

Law's cheeks turned a little red as the bear attached a clear bag to a tube in her arm.

"I will, Melody," he whispered a little hoarsely.

She woke again, this time what felt like a lot longer later. Her side felt numb. It was bandaged so well she was sure that if she moved it would burst. It seemed to tastefully bind around her chest, not too constricting but supportive enough. Her old top was still covering her chest to hide the bandages. Her hand was oddly bandaged also.

The door to wherever she was opened before she could think about it and in came the bear.

"Oh you're up," he said. "Sorry."

"It's fine." she smiled. "You're Bepo, huh?"

"Yea," he seemed to grin. "I'm the navigator. You're the second-in-command of the Creed Pirates huh?"

She nodded.

"I'm not from the South Blue like them though." she sat up a little. "I'm from the North Blue like you guys."

"That's cool." he chuckled and then looked down. "I'm sorry about your top by the way."

"It wasn't a favourite of mine." she sighed. "Do I have doctor's permission to move around?"

"Yes," he said. "I was actually to come in and check on you. If you're up to it, we can go to the bridge."

"Please." she sighed, "I'd love to thank your Captain."

"Okay," he went back to the door and opened it, she slowly got up and put her running shoes back on. She took a steadying breath as she walked out the door following Bepo.

They walked down the hall.

"So, how long have you sailed with the Creed pirates?" he asked.

"Just two years." she smiled. "I've joined them late. I had hitched a ride on a ship heading to the Grand Line, and they had attacked the Creed ship. I was sleeping in a crate, they opened it while salvaging and were so amused by it they asked me to spar with them. If I won I could join the crew, if I didn't, I would have to explain myself to get off at the nearest port, or I'd be killed. I beat the second-in-command with one blow."

He was gaping, completely shocked.

"Master Ezio was a tough second," she smirked. "But when our Grand Master, Captain Altair died he took over and now that Ezio is dead."

She took a deep breath. "I guess I am the Captain of the Jackdaw now." she sniffed. "If the rest will take me."

"They'd be crazy not to." said a voice. It was Penguin, fawning over her with blushing cheeks.

"Hello, Penguin," she smirked, earning a yelp from him. "Yes, I remembered you."

He continued to remain red as they entered a room with plenty of monitors and a comfortable looking table, which a few crew members were sitting at, along with Law.

"Helllloo, Doctor." she almost wolf-whistled at him, but his blushing in front of his crew was enough embarrassment for the day she thought. "Did everyone par-take in watching my surgery?"

"No." he almost spat at her. "Just the three of us."

He pointed to Bepo and Penguin.

"Good," she leaned forward and mumbled. "Can I have a word in private?"

He nodded. "Out of here please." he looked at them. "Bepo helm please."

A few of the guys grumbled as they exited out the door, he waited until they were down the hall to close the door.

"What's up?" he asked. "Worried about something?"

"Yes," she crossed her arms a little. "One, where is my bra?"

"I burned it," he said simply. "It was covered in blood, and when you got to us, it had to be cut off as you saw, so there was nothing to do but that."

She sighed. "Shame, I liked that one." she shrugged. "Two, does my crew know I'm okay?"

He nodded.

"The first mate I think his name was La Volpe," he said, earning a nod from her. "Was by to make sure you were safe and recovering. He said your crew is waiting to hear that you're fit to head to the New World with them."

She nodded. "Thanks. And lastly; why is my left hand bandaged?" she almost hissed. "My hand wasn't injured in my fight with the Pacifista's!"