My name is Trafalgar Law, and I'm a surgeon of death, or at least that's what rumors say.

I once met a young and beautiful girl of slim body, brown eyes, and orange hair in Fishman Island. Her name was Nami, and she's part of that rookie Straw Hat kid's crew, but I still was not aware of it at that time, or maybe I already was and just had forgotten about it. Not that it's important anyway.

There's something about her that caught my attention; therefore, resulting in me not able to resist studying her as she stood in front of that seashell shop; therefore, resulting in me not able to prevent my feet from walking towards her, approaching her. She had such a cunning smile, perfect for deceiving people, sweet enough to allow her target to lose sanity and be completely fooled.

There's something about her.

I observed, and then I talked.

"You cough yet you're not ill. You're critical yet you're not dying."

She stared at me, and by the looks on her face, it seemed that what she just heard was not much of a surprise.

She giggled, and then she looked at me from head to toe, and toe to head, giving me a smirk afterwards.

"Trafalgar Law… so it seems that the rumors about you are true after all."

"Rumors are rumors. If they are true, then it's not worthy of its name anymore."

I saw through her brown eyes that I gave her an astonishing response. She was indeed lovely.

"Then I guess we just have to call it with another name," she giggled once more. What an excellent craftsmanship of beauty; made me excited to slice her up and examine every detail of her exquisiteness.

Her delicate fingers brushed over the set of seashells on display. She would take one in her hand, examine it for a while, put it back, and then get another one.

"Yes, you are right," she said. "I am far from dying. I am still too young to experience such a horrible event."

I cannot resist the flawlessness of her skin. If I indeed am the surgeon of death, this kind of beauty was too much for me. I should not stay long. Both I and my nodachi were getting excited.

"But to vanish is far even graver than dying, isn't, oujo-san?"

She looked at me once more, this time, as if I had just uncovered her most sacred secret.

"Back from where I was standing a while ago, I thought that for a second I saw light passing through you, as if you were losing your opacity."

She put down the piece of seashell that was in her hand and made a slight turn, allowing her body to face mine. Her body was facing me but she turned her head towards the sky as she talked.

"There's a rumor in East Blue that if you mess up with the guardian of the red pearl, of which they say is indeed a goddess, a curse will be cast on you and you're gonna vanish." She looked at me. "Well, it's just a rumor. If it's true, then it's not worthy of its name anymore." Then I saw her ingenious smile again.

Like her, I also scanned the seashells that were there and took one in my hand. I held one of her precious hands and placed the shell on her delicate palm.

"Does this beautiful lady own a name?" I asked.

"Nami," she answered, as I closed her palm on the shell.

"See you again, Nami-san. Until then, I hope you can remain visible."

Then I bid her farewell.

Yes, I have heard of that rumor, and I guess we also ought to call it now with another name.

It is too unfortunate for that Straw Hat kid to lose a nakama as lovely as her. It is too unfortunate.