"Samira. Do you have a minute?"

Said woman peeked over from her seat near the desk and smiled at Penguin. He leaned against the door of his shared room, arms crossed over his chest; his roommate and navigator were giving him sour expressions. This nearly made him laugh.

"Our Captain asked for you," he made clear.

Their unpleasant attitudes barely faltered.

Samira bowed her head and stood up. "We can finish the map another time. Alf šukr. (a thousand thanks)"

Penguin raised a brow. "A map? What kind?"

He pushed off the frame and walked into the room, peeking over the bear's shoulder as he drew lines on a chart sheet. It wasn't much to look at; Penguin could make out a landform with some notable locations, but he had never heard of them before.

"The Isle of Red Sand," he read out loud. He gave Samira a curious look.

She gently laughed. "It's where I'm from. Meister (mister) Trafalgar inquired about it during our last talk."

"And you're making a map for him? Does that mean we'll get to see your homeland someday?"

Samira hoped not. She hid her frown well, but her eyes narrowed. "Possibly. The Isle isn't exactly safe to visit right now, but one day you guys might be able to see it. My sister would love to meet you all."

"I'd love to meet her too," Shachi mentioned with a sigh. "I bet she's as sweet as you, Sami."

This was the first time he'd heard about her sister – Samira hardly talked about her life before meeting them – but he imagined they looked a lot alike.

"She's the nicest person I know … my brother not so much," Samira mentioned. She didn't give her words much thought until Shachi trembled in fear; her brother was a sore topic for her.

An obvious frown appeared on her face, but she laughed regardless; awkward and loud. "He is extremely protective of us, but he's not a terrible person."

She wished this was true; he wasn't the same person she grew up with, but regardless of his bad decisions she loved him. Samira huffed a sigh and stood up.

"Mester (mister) Trafalgar asked for me; we should go."

Penguin nodded. He was curious about her relationship with her brother, but thought it best not to ask. Her entire demeanor had changed in a matter of seconds, and honestly, he hated it. What happened between them? The serious looks she was getting from Shachi and Bepo made him believe that they too were just as curious.

She said her farewells and left the room with Penguin, following him up the stairs at the end of the hall and to the second level. She assumed Law was on deck waiting for her, but was shocked to see that he and some of the crew were on the shore of the next island. When had they docked? She stared in awe at the vast scenery, and only snapped out of her daze once she heard Penguin call her name.

Following him from the submarine, Samira was eager to explore. Law motioned them closer, and ordered Penguin to head further onto the island with the others; she noticed a wooden barrel near the shore where he was standing, but paid it no mind.

"Are we going onto the island too?"

Law grinned. "Once we're done here. The Log Pose will take two days to reset and I have some business to attend to."

"I assume that means you don't need me to follow you around," Samira mentioned.

He laughed at her attempt. "You assume wrong."

"You're no fun," she whined.

Law ignored her, striking the barrel with his foot. "That aside, we should take care of this matter first."

He saw the confused look on her face, and leaned down to pull the lid off the barrel. Samira squeaked once she saw what was inside. Law had cut up Arsenio and had shoved the pieces into the barrel; his fingers and toes twitched and his large eyes stared up at her, blinking every now and then.

"How is he alive? And what did you do to him?"

Law sighed. "It's something my Devil Fruit allows me to do. Now isn't the time to explain it; we're in front of the enemy."

His power was seriously frightening. Samira trembled and glanced down at the frog man. Why was he like this? She recalled Law saying that Arsenio would be leaving them, but she never assumed like this.

"Does he feel pain?"

Law shook his head. "Unless I want him to. I'm surprised though, Amunet-ya. One of your many horrors is right in front of you, and questioning me is only thing you can think to do."

"I––

He was right. Law went to the trouble of giving her a last word and she had so far wasted his generosity. But what should she say? Samira clinched her hands. There was so much to say; so much anger and despair in her heart. She took a deep breath, then let it out.

"I could be ruthless; I could scream at you and hope that the sea drags you down to the depths, but I'm not like you." Tears burned her eyes as she tried to contain her rage. "In fact, … I want you to live; I want you to make it back to the Isle, and I want you to tell your boss that I'm free to live my life the way I want to."

Arsenio croaked in laughter. "So long as you are an asset to the Boss, you will never be free."

"I'll be waiting then. Tell him to come and get me," Samira hissed. She grabbed the lid and secured it back onto the barrel, then kicked it into the sea.

Law snorted; no doubt, that was the lamest and most reckless farewell he'd ever heard. What had been going through her mind? "You say whatever you want – thoughtless or not – don't you?"

"He made me mad; I wasn't even thinking."

Her face warmed up. Did she just pick a fight with them? Samira shot a glare at Law.

"Why didn't you stop me? I can't take that back you know?"

He agreed. "You can worry about it later. We need to reach the Exchange Shop before it closes."

"Are you ever worried about anything?"

Law ignored her question. He ambled down the manmade path leading from the shore towards the village; Samira followed him with a pout.

At least she'd get to see the island now.

The Festival of Colors. Samira held the multihued flyer against her chest as she waited outside the Exchange Shop for Law. A native of the island handed it to her as he passed through the plaza, insisting that she come and participate in the fun. She had no clue what the Festival of Colors was, but she was hooked; the flyer mentioned there'd be music and delicious food. Samira wanted to go.

She leaned back against the wall and waited until Law returned. He carried a small case with him and walked past her as he searched the shops for the next stop. Samira ran to his side and hummed a jaunty tune; Law recognized it as the one his crew often played onboard the submarine.

"Liking this, are you?"

She was indeed. Sakra village was stunning. Samira had never seen a place so vibrant. Color decorated every building; no two were the same, like a kaleidoscope.

"It's so beautiful. Don't you agree?"

Law hummed. "It's intense."

"That's the sort of condescending thing I expected you to say," Samira laughed.

He raised a brow. "Are you saying that I'm a negative person, Amunet-ya?"

"Sometimes, yes." Just seems like you never learned to smile.

She chose not to elaborate; she'd already said too much. A gentle smile lifted the corners of her mouth.

"Look at me, proving you right. I guess I do say whatever I want without thinking."

Law agreed. "You certainly do."

He sighed and came to an abrupt stop. The arrangement he made with her was troubling him. Honestly, there was no time to train her, but he had to go and agree. He had a course to set and a plan to recreate; much to prepare for. However, the sub was docked for two days, much to his chagrin.

"We need to head back," Law mentioned. There was enough light in the day to get a few hours' worth of training.

Samira was confused. She puckered a brow, but Law merely grinned.

"You have until we leave to show me how serious you are about controlling your Devil Fruit power. I promised to teach you, but if I see no progress, then I see no reason to waste my time with you."

She understood. Nodding in agreement, Samira followed Law back to the submarine. She wanted to show him the flyer for the festival, but knew that now was not the best time. It was tomorrow night; she could ask him then.