Law wasn't sure how he got here. Franckly Law wasn't even sure where here was. The former warlord glanced around the deserted beach, on the edge of the deserted town, in the middle of the deserted island.

He'd done a bit of scouting when he'd first woken on the white sand beach, finding a decent sized town just where the sand started to meld with the grass. The forest surrounding the town consisted solely of birch trees and along with the white sand and the pale stone of the town, the heart pirate captain couldn't help be feel a tad uncomfortable.

And if the islands colorscheme wasn't bad enough Law had not seen another living thing on the island. He haded explored its entirety but he'd seen the town and a fair part of the forest and other than the sparse but thriving plant life there was nothing. Not people, no animals, just law.

It didn't seem like the island had been attacked either. There was no damage and the town looked like it'd been full of life not even days before. There were shops with their doors unlocked and ready for business as well as food stalls with slowly decaying food stuffs lining the marketplace streets. Said streets didn't smell of rotten food so the stalls couldn't have been abandoned that long.

The whole thing had Law on edge and the only thing keeping him from stealing one of the perfectly good ships docked at the small fishing port was the fict that he had no idea what or where this island was. He couldn't follow the Vivre card tethered to Bepo either.

Because it wasn't moving.

Laws first thought when he noticed the cards lack of direction was that Bepo had been killed but as soon as his mind cleared of the initial panic he realized that the card wouldn't have been there at all had his friend died.

So now law was uncomfortable, confused, and oh so frustrated.

The former warlord sighed fiddling with the fresh bandages wrapped around his upper arm. He'd been lucky enough to stumble across a small clinic in his exploration of the town. It was unlocked and void of life like everything else and law had helped himself to its stock of disinfectants and clean bandages.

After changing the dressing on his arm with some effort he ventured out again in hopes of finding a map of the island and hopefully its location in reference to something known. No such luck. After about an hour and a half of searching law couldn't find any maps. Of anything.

Law watched the waves wash up seaweed and seashells on to the beach giving a pleasant splash of color to the overly white everything. He had just brought down the shit bird with the help of the equally insane but not quite as evil straw hat captain and now this. Maybe they hadn't actually won and that was just a glimpse of heaven before he was cast into the pits of hell. Maybe that was what this place was. Maybe this was purgatory. He hadn't expected it to be so... white.

Law was snapped out of his thoughts as a familiar voice started yelling from somewhere behind him. The former warlord groaned knowing exactly who that happy-go-lucky voice belonged to without having to turn around.

"Tooooorrrrraaaaoooooooo!"

Yeah this was definitely hell.