He was silent for a while. "Nice to meet you too. Miss Zeima."

She pouted. "Zeima."

"Miss Zeima."

"Zeima."

"Miss Zeima."

The girl laughed and waved her hand dismissively again. "Well fuck you too, mate."

The crew members lurched forward as if to attack her for insulting their captain. But then they remembered that even their captain couldn't touch her. They shrunk back to their safe positions.

Law still wanted to harm her intensely. She seemed unaware of this. He also wanted to know just how she avoided both of his attacks. But he didn't want to ask. He didn't want to admit he even cared about it. Luckily, or unluckily, depending on your point of view, she noticed.

"You confused? I can tell you are. That attack looked real neat I bet it would've done some serious damage. Same with the sword you tried to slice through me stomach. 'Tis a nice looking sword if that makes you feel better." She looked him in the eyes, "I'll tell you how I did it if you want."

Law made no move, and tried to make no expression as he stared back into her eyes. She must've seen something though, because she started talking again.

"Well, for the sword that was real easy you know. Ey, you know the technique that, hmm. Well, I heard other people call it Soru. You know Soru? That was for the sword dodging."

He did in fact know Soru. He knew of a few pirates who could do it. Move so quickly you can't even see the person. That would explain how she dodged his sword. Did she know the rest of the Rokushiki then? He voiced this question, "Are you able to control the other powers of Rokushiki?"

She answered with surprising bluntness, and her tone was casual. "No. Just Geppo. Geppo and Soru. But that's just 'cuz I like being near the sky." He was surprised. He had expected her to at least lie and claim she was a master of all six of the powers. That didn't explain the problem of how she avoided his Room, however. She was getting to that though.

"And for your devil fruit power. That ones not specific or anything. It's real simple too. It's just Haki. You know Haki, right?"

That was also something he knew. Barely, though. He had only heard it mentioned in passing. Something about it being peoples 'presence.' He was surprised she knew about it. And even more surprised that she could control it.

"I'm not very physically strong though." She continued, "Even with Armament Haki being used as a weapon."

He nodded, even though he really had no idea what Armament Haki was. She shrugged, and grinned up at him. "Anyways, if you ain't too keen on killin' me right now this very moment, wanna take your crew and go on up to a nice joint I know? Serves great alcohol. Actually, I probably owe the owner for today. I kinda blew something up on his roof." Law could feel his lips quirk up a tiny bit in amusement. "By accident of course!" She defended, "I swear 'twas an accident."

Law could see some of his men look very happy at the prospect of going to a bar right now. But he had come to this island to stock up on supplies. Not to celebrate and socialize. Besides, he felt he had nothing to celebrate now after being so humiliated by this girl.

"No thank you miss. I think we will just stock up and depart." He spoke coolly and evenly. He saw his men deflate from the corner of his vision. She shrugged. "Suit yourself." She walked back to the crates he had seen her jump down from, then climbed to the top of those and used a window to haul herself up and over onto the roof. He felt mildly amused that she could use Geppo, but preferred to climb.

He turned to his men. "Alright. Time to stock up. Go anywhere in the village and buy anything you deem necessary. Be back before sundown." The men scrambled, except for Bepo, who came over to his side. The villagers that had gathered left, either to resume work or hurry back to their shop to sell things to the pirates.

"Uh, Captain?" Bepo spoke, shy and nervous. Law raised an eyebrow. "Um, I was just wondering if you were upset that, um,-" Law cut him off with a shake of his head. The bear never did have good timing. Bepo nodded and ran off to wherever it was he wanted to go. Law had no idea where he himself wanted to go. He supposed he could go see if this island in particular had any new medical books, or herbs specific to it's agriculture.

He stopped a nervous looking fisherman and asked where the medical shop was. The fisherman blinked, "Medical shop? There is none. But there's the hospital if you want. It's not very big. You'll see it if you go up the main street. It's painted white with a red door." He nodded to the man and started his walk up the hill that made up the main street.

On the way up the street he saw many of his men. The orange jump suits made them easy to pick out. For him, and for potential enemies. He wondered for a second if that was the best idea he'd ever had. Many of his men were rushing around carrying boxes and going from store to store. He also saw what he assumed was the bar that the girl, Zeima, had been talking about. He saw his men go into there as well. He decided to let it go. As long as they all got the necessary supplies before sundown.

He walked into the hospital and there was a lady sitting at a bare wooden desk. She asked if she could help him, while looking warily at his sword.

"Yes, well, I would like to speak with a doctor. And I would also like a complete listings of the medicines used in this village." He asked, as politely as he could. Which, really, was rather intimidating. She scrambled out of the room and came back with a large book. "Doctor Sampson will be with you shortly." He raised an eyebrow. "He's the head doctor." She replied to his raised eyebrow and then left the room, and didn't return.

Eventually the doctor came in and they talked. And Law read the book. This went on for two hours and eventually he left. He found out no new information. He was disappointed, but not surprised. He eyed the bar. Maybe he could go in for a minute and have one drink. He deserved it. Nothing seemed to be working out for him today.

He approached the bar slowly and pushed open one of the saloon doors. Nobody glanced his way, they were all too enraptured with the alcohol. A happy mood filled the air as men laughed at nothing and drank everything in sight. At the bar, sitting on a stool, was the girl he had met this morning, Zeima. She was leaning with her back against the counter and her elbows resting on it beside her as well. From one of her hands dangled a bottle of clear liquid, and she was laughing loudly. Law briefly wondered if she was drunk.

He walked up to the counter, a fair distance away from where the girl sat and ordered a glass of something he pointed to on the back wall. He didn't really care. She saw him though, and hopped off her stool to make her way over to where he sat, waiting for his alcohol. The bottle was still in her hand and she took a swig.

"Oi. Fancy seeing you here I thought you didn't wanna come to the bar a couple hours ago." She gave him a grin and nudged him with her elbow. He tried shaking her off.

"Yes, well, I seem to have changed my mind, haven't I. I just came for one glass." He spoke. He wasn't as angry with her as before. Actually, he was rather intrigued with her now. He still may be irritated at her for rendering his attacks useless, but at least she did it in a way that wasn't arrogant.

She shrugged and held up her bottle to him. "You want some?" She asked in a sincere voice. He shook his head.

"No thank you. I'll wait for my own."

She roared with laughter. "You think I poisoned it or something? Oh c'mon mate I wouldn't do that. I ain't drunk either see?" She walked around in a circle with perfect steadiness and took her dagger out of the sheath on her right, flipped it in the air, caught it, and put it back in the sheath. "Try some of the drink." She held it out to him again with a grin. He shook his head again. She shrugged, "Suit yourself." She hopped up on the stool next to him and spat on the ground. The bartender set his drink in front of him. He picked it up and took a sip. Zeima watched him.

"Are you a pirate, Miss Zeima?"

"Zeima." She corrected, "How many times I gotta tell you. You think somethin' ladylike as 'miss' suits me?" She laughed, "Anyways, in regards to your question." She took a swig of clear liquid from her bottle. "I dunno."

He arched an eyebrow.

"I travel, if that pleases ya." She continued. "I use the sea for transport. Does that make me a pirate?"

"Do you have a bounty?" He asked, curious.

She shrugged again, "I dunno. Don't pay attention to that stuff."

He hmm'd in response.

"What about you, Law? How you get to be a pirate." He cringed at the familiar use of his first name. "Scratch that," She spoke again, "I don't really give a shit. Tell me something interesting you've done as a pirate."

"I'm a doctor." He said, and watched her grin again.

"A doctor huh? Well that's somethin'. Do you get many patients, Doctor, or do you only treat people on your own crew?"

"I... operate on people outside my crew."

Zeima laughed again, "Is that code for you mutilate their bodies for fun?"

He grinned, showing a sliver of white teeth.

"How did I guess." Zeima leaned forward with a grin and a teasing voice.

Law chuckled.

He supposed she was okay. Even a little bit interesting. He wondered if she was useful.

"What are your skills, Miss Zeima, besides... what you have shown already."

She leaned back and blinked. "Me?" She swirled the bottle around her fingers. "I can, fix things." She took a quick swig and set the bottle down on the counter. "Build things."

Law nodded, "Like a shipwright, yes?"

She shrugged, "Sure. Whatever floats your boat." A mischievous grin spread across her features and she laughed, slapping the counter with her palm. "Floats your boat! My god, because you asked if I was a shipwright." Her laughs died down with a sigh, "Man, I'm too funny."

Law's brow furrowed in confusion for a split second before he understood the- really bad- pun. A smile twitched at the edge of his lips.

He picked up his drink and turned away from her, taking a sip. "We could use a shipwright." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Zeima turn and face him.

"Are you inviting me to join your crew?"

He kept his eyes straight ahead. "Yes."

"Well, no thanks."

Law turned in his stool to face her and she continued,

"Real nice gesture of you, I'm sure. But I'm not joinin' anyones crew. I don't wanna be servin' under anyone. You seem like the type that likes your underlings, well, under. If ya know what I mean." She paused and grinned, "But. If ya just want me to travel with ya and generously preform all the ship-fixin', then you got yourself a deal." She stuck out her hand.

Law contemplated it. He did need a shipwright. He wasn't lying when he told her that. Sooner or later the sub was going to have a problem and he'd prefer it to be much later. With the sub, any minor problem was fatal. They were under tons of water at any given point after all. But to have someone who was not in his crew on his ship... it was risky. And highly debatable. But she had nothing to gain and nothing to lose by doing either, it seemed.

Law put his hand in hers and gave it a firm shake before dropping it. "Alright." He conceeded. "You have yourself a deal."

Zeima clapped her hands together and grinned, "Sweet!" She grabbed her bottle from on top of the counter and took a gulp before she faced him again.

"But I ain't wearing the suit."