A faint noise tore Law from his research. He sat down the map of the New World and puckered a brow in uncertainty. Was someone singing? Perhaps he was tired. The moment he got back to his room, he pulled a map and began plotting the next phase of his plan. The first was not nearly complete, but he'd given no thought to it; not since Samira came into his life.

She was a distraction – that was for sure – taking his mind off his past and his scheme to take down Kaido of the Four Emperors. No … the crew had no idea about this, but he was going to tell them. Right now was not the time, because Samira was in the way. Her power was unreal; he wanted to employ her help, but he wasn't certain how she'd benefit him once he collected the hearts he needed to sway the Marines.

Her demons were becoming more of an issue as of late.

Put her from your mind, he thought. His head pounded; he need to rest his eyes. Later he'd figure out her purpose.

Law squeezed the bridge of his nose to relieve the pain and stumbled over to his bed. As he sat down, he heard the noise again. Someone was really singing aboard his sub. He stood, bringing his sword as he tracked the noise to the deck. It was late, he noted. Samira and Ikkaku were at the festival, and the voice clearly belonged to that of a female. His guard rose as he crept out into the moonlight.

Resting against the handrail was a woman he had never seen before, singing to the heavens as she faced the calm dark sea. Her voice was ethereal; the voice of a song bird.

"Care to tell me what you are doing aboard my sub? And who you are?"

She chirped a laugh and turned to face him. "Shame you don't like music, Trafalgar Law. I know many songs."

"You know me, but I have no idea who you are," Law mentioned. He drew his sword as a warning; he was in no mood to play games.

The woman cooed and went into a curtsy. "Pardon me. I'm called Daryllyn; I came to chat with you about something."

"You caught me at a bad time," he mentioned. His sword remained drawn on her.

Daryllyn frowned. "You will want to hear this; believe me."

"Make it quick," Law retorted.

She pouted and leaned back against the railing. "Samira is in danger. There is someone other than Arsenio who is after her; someone who wants her dead."

"And you know how?"

"Because she and I belong to the same crew," Daryllyn answered. "However, our goals are much different."

Law understood; he grunted in annoyance. "Samira. You're another nightmare from her past."

He paused to snort. "It would be less stress on me at this point to just let you take her."

"In due time, however that depends on whether she lives or not. The fruit she stole is a high-priced item in the Underworld, and it took my master a long time to acquire it. Understand that if she dies, the fruit will not emerge for another two years, and I can't take that risk; Master would be taken from me," she explained.

Tears blurred her sight. The thought alone tore her apart; she couldn't bare losing him. A sob tore from her mouth.

This woman made Law feel uneasy. She was obviously devoted to her boss, but a bit too obsessed in his opinion.

"Why not step in? Stop the person who's trying to kill Amunet-ya."

Daryllyn snarled at him and clutched her hands into a fist. "Because we have rules. I can't interfere."

"And you assume I care?"

Her eyes grew wide in doubt. Would he really allow Samira to die? Did he not value her as a crewmate? She got an idea, and dug through her rucksack, taking out a familiar item she knew would benefit him well.

An Eternal Pose?

Law stood in shock. How desperate was she?

"Take this as payment; it will lead you to the Isle where Samira is from."

He snorted to cover his surprise. "I'm aware that the Isle resides inside the Red Line. I don't need an Eternal Pose to get there."

"I can provide you with information; whatever you want to know, like how to defeat Daiane."

Law was unsure he could trust her, but she seemed desperate to save her boss. But from who?

"Answer every question I have," he ordered.

Was it too late though?

Samira retreated as far as she could from the crowd, down a back street that wasn't nearly as vacant as she had hoped; there were too many people to worry about. Shouting for them to evacuate the area, she wasn't too annoyed that none of them listened. She was looked at like an idiot – perhaps they assumed she was drunk, and as a precaution she kept her Devil Fruit in check. Samira was horrified; she wasn't certain where Daiane was or when she'd go in for the kill.

Rounding the corner onto the next strip, she noticed the street was barricaded at each end by a set of wooden sawhorses. She let out a long sigh and came to a halt – no one was around – but her relief was cut short as something took hold of her and yanked her off her feet. Samira hit the ground with a loud oomph, coughing as the air was knocked from her.

"Where are you going? There's no place on this island you can hide from me."

Samira wheezed and sat on her knees. "I'm not running. I was taking us somewhere private."

She glanced around, but she couldn't locate her. Where was she hiding? Her voice seemed to resonate from the houses, even when she laughed.

"You're too cute," Daiane cooed. "But that won't save you."

Again, Samira was yanked back. Her body spun and slammed into the ground; she cried in pain, landing on her casted arm. The hell was going on? How was Daiane able to touch her without being nearby? Did it have something to do with her Devil Fruit powers? She forced herself up and onto her feet. Something needed to be done; Samira wasn't capable of taking on an opponent she couldn't see. But how would she get her to come out?

An idea came to her.

"This is personal, isn't it? That power hungry boss of yours would never let you kill me," Samira panted.

Daiane snorted. "That much is obvious. He'd kill us, but I hardly care anymore. You took something from me; something he refused to let me take back."

Her eye? She had both of them the last time Samira saw her; the day she escaped. Had she somehow injured her in the explosion? Her power went out of control that day, but she wasn't aware anyone had been hurt. An overexcited laugh burst from her mouth, forcing her to cough.

"The hell is so funny?"

Samira wiped the tears from her eyes. "Are you serious? You're mad because I unintentionally blinded you. I had no idea I even hurt you; it's just so ironic … I mean you cause pain but can't take it."

She paused to stifle a pained cough; her side hurt so bad. "Want my honest opinion, sweetheart? It's unprofessional to seek revenge over something you brought onto yourself."

"Little brat," Daiane hissed.

A sudden force sent Samira crashing through the wall of one of the homes near her. Before she could take a breath, she was yanked from the rubble and slammed into the ground outside. Her vision went black for a moment, but she forced herself to stay awake as the force lifted her into the air; her body rotated as something covered her, securing her arms to her sides.

"It's unwise to rile me up," Daiane sighed.

She was closer now; close enough to reach out and grab Samira by the hair.

"Look at me."

Easing open her tired eyes, Samira noticed that she was inverted. Her brain pulsed in her head as she struggled to straighten her neck and see what had her bound.

Daiane snorted. "Let me paint you a picture since you're having such a hard time concentrating."

"Obviously," Samira said with a laugh.

She groaned in pain as Daiane yanked her hair, forcing back her head.

"Listen – brats are so ungrateful these days. We barely got the time to chat during our sessions back then; to get to know one another. I never got to show to you the extent of my powers … it's obvious now to me that you didn't know I even had them."

Samira hummed. "Unfortunately, no … a Zoan type, I assume; insect model."

"Arachnid, in fact. I ate the Spider-Spider fruit; Black Widow model," she clarified with pride. "And I have you in my web, suspended above the ground."

She hummed again. What was she to do? To an insect, a spider's web meant game over. It was hopeless; she'd never escape. She was faint; too drained to draw on her own power to assist her. Tears ran up into her bangs.

"Take it then. You want an eye for an eye … take it."

Samira glared at her. A spider leg extended over the woman's shoulder and got into position above her eye.

"Doesn't seem fair, does it? You tried so hard, and for what?"

She had a point. What did Samira hope to achieve? She tried to save her homeland and the people turned on her; she tried to live a free life and now she was going to die.

Shachi and the others came to mind. She'd miss them.

"I made friends … for a short time I was hopeful."

Daiane curled up her nose. "Don't ruin this for me."

She went to strike at Samira, but a sudden and familiar tune interrupted her. Her mouth twisted into a snarl; insolate brat.

Before she could react, someone shouted at her. Daiane glanced towards the voice, but was blindsided. A burst of color hit her in the face.

Samira coughed. What just happened? The netting around her came undone and she plunged towards the ground with a shriek. A familiar blue dome encircled her, however and before she landed, she was transported into someone's arms.

"Shachi, get ready."

She recognized the voice. Shaking off the unsteadiness from the fall, Samira glanced up at Law. He came for her. She choked back tears.

"Law––

He interrupted her. "Later … this isn't over."

She turned her attention back towards Daiane just as the powder dispersed. True to her word, she had been caught in a giant web; the vibrant colors from the festival exposed them, stretched from one home to the next. Said woman was perched on a thread using her extra legs to keep herself from falling onto the sticky webbing.

A snarl of annoyance tore from her mouth as she noticed Samira had been saved. Her anger was directed towards Law, however.

"It makes me sick to see someone as notorious as you taking sides with a traitor. Did she tell you about me? About my weaknesses?"

Law grinned. "She may have; hard to say what we agreed on."

"Doesn't really matter," Daiane barked. "You wasted your chance. My eye won't be used against me again."

He disagreed with a shake of his head. "Don't be so sure."

"The nerve––

She was interrupted by a strange yet familiar smell. Was something on fire? Glancing towards the house on her blind side, Daiane noticed someone on the rooftop had ignited her netting using the powder as an accelerant. The flames consumed them so fast Daiane barely escaped in time. She leapt onto the opposite rooftop with a shriek and snarled at Law; he was much smarter than she gave credit to.

"Did that catch you off guard?"

Her face heated up. "Don't mock me."

She had no lead over him; no idea how she'd take him down, and worst of all, he was not terrified. The Boss's pet had done her wrong. And for no reason at all. Daiane wanted to know why; she needed to find Daryllyn and ask her – wherever the brat had gone.

"We're not done, pirate … far from it."

Law grunted in annoyance. Before he could stop her, Daiane escaped.

"Captain," Shachi shouted, taking a fire escape down the rooftop. "She went towards the square."

Law hummed. "Let her go. She won't come back until she knows more about us."

"Yeah … but––

There isn't a lot we know about her and Samira isn't going to be any help in her condition, he decided not to mention. Law was right; it was best to let the spider woman go for now. He sighed deeply and looked over Samira. She was in bad shape, hanging onto Law, panting with each breath. How did this come to pass? Had he been with her, none of this would have happened.

"I can take her, if you want?"

Law shook his head. "She needs medical care, so I'll take her. We need to leave this island before the Marines are called."

"Where to? The Log Pose doesn't reset until sometime tomorrow," Shachi mentioned.

He frowned, recalling the information the desperate woman reveled to him. "We set sail tonight, for the Red Line. Gather the crew and once I see to Amunet-ya, I'll update them about my new plan."

"Aye, Captain."

Samira and he had more in common than either realized.