So I am back with the next chapter. It took forever mostly because I finally have found a beta who can fix all my awful tense mistakes :'D So thank you so much! You know who you are!
Also thank you for the reviews. Be certain that the crew will not be dumped and yes I will try to stay canon compliant. Even though I added a oc because we just don't know enough about the crew apart from Shachi, Pengin and Bepo (and even the information about them is ... lacking).

Anyways have fun with the next chapter.

Groups were formed quickly after everyone left the Polar Tang. Some joined together to run errands and do the necessary shopping, others just grouped together to rummage through the city and to introduce themselves to the various bars and pubs.
There was a lot to do and not much time to do it. Two of the technicians returned to the submarine to check the machines again and see if they needed any kind of service they couldn't do themselves. Not every island had a shipyard after all. And even less had one that would look over a pirate ship, even thought theirs was very special.

All in all, the bad mood from before was quickly forgotten and the crew got swept away by the happiness and joyful anticipation of the locals.

Penguin strolled through the cobbled streets of the city together with Bepo and Law. The trio remained silent and walked the stairs and streets seemingly aimlessly.
Law seemed to be deep in thought and Penguin couldn't blame him. He exchanged a few worried looks with Bepo until he couldn't stand the silence anymore.

"Shachi didn't mean it like that, Captain'", he starts and turns his gaze from a colorful storefront towards Law. "He was just still upset because of the vaccination. You know how he is. He's such a dramaqueen and from zero to a hundred in a few seconds." After all, Shachi tended to be a bit hot-headed sometimes.

"Yeah! That's true! He really didn't mean anything bad!", agreed Bepo immediately.

"I am thinking of becoming a warlord of the sea", says Law out of nowhere, stopping to see the reaction of his two subordinates. Bepo who had been walking right next to him halts too and Penguin nearly walks straight into his surprised friend. Both of them couldn't believe what they had just heard and couldn't help but stare at their captain. "Excuse me?", asks Penguin in disbelief.

He had to have misheard! There was no chance that Law would let himself become a tool for the Navy or ANYONE really! Also … he would get closer to him … and Penguin was pretty sure that this was the last thing Law wanted.

Bepo seemed to process the information better than him. He tilts his head and blinks at Law. "A warlord … why?"

Meanwhile there was still someone making a fuss on the Polar Tang. Shachi was walking up and down the upper deck like a tiger in an inordinately small enclosure. He had pulled his cap off his head and kneaded it to stop himself from tearing his hair.

"That's not what I wanted! He got me totally wrong!" and "I am such an idiot!", were the three sentences Kaisei was hearing over and over from him, since the rest of the crew had disappeared into the jungle of colorful houses.

He had watched Shachi put himself down for what had seemed to be hours and even though it had been fun at the beginning, now it just annoyed the hell out of him.
Unlike his crewmate, he had been looking forward to enjoying the fresh breeze on deck. Smoking was forbidden inside the submarine, that's why he had lit a long awaited cigarette. Old habits died hard.

Now all he wanted was to enjoy a calm evening and consume the unhealthy nicotine while he had the chance … but Shachi wouldn't stop talking.

"Yes, we all got it", he mumbles while blowing a smoke ring into the air. Shachi stops and turns around, walking right back towards Kaisei, who was leaning against the door that led inside the submarine. "I just wanted to know what is going on with him!" Shachi tries to justify what had happened as he stops right in front of Kaisei. "I would never doubt his decisions!" Now he was nearly screaming as he grabs the surprised Kaisei at the collar and stares at him intensely. "Never!", he whispers close to tears.

Kaisei nearly choked on his cigarette and shakes off Shachi's hands, even more annoyed than before. "You don't have to tell me that", he says and pushes the distressed Shachi away from him. "If it hurts you that much, why don't you go and apologize!?" He pats down the brand that the cigarette had left from touching his jumpsuit and glares at Shachi. "You're a pain!"

Shachi lets go of Kaisei and straightens up. He starts rubbing over his face obviously not knowing what he was supposed to do now. "I'm sorry!", he says and then Kaisei has his finger in his face. "But you're right!" Shachi puts his cap back on with his other hand.

"Oh really?", Kaisei comments.

"I am leaving and I will apologize to Law! And it's going to be the biggest and best apology he has ever received!"

"Ooooooh!" Kaisei puts his cigarette back into his mouth with a coy smirk. "He's going to be oh so very happy if he finds out that you left your post to go into the city."

"You're right!" exclaims Shachi already turning around to leave the Polar Tang with newly found enthusiasm. "Thanks Kaisei, you're the best!"

He jumps from aboard, leaving his crewmate alone on the submarine. Said crewmate puts out a hand theatrically after he took his time to breath out some more smoke. "No … wait … don't go …", he inhales more from his beloved nicotine before he continues, still very much uninterested. "You're going to be in even more trouble … oh .. he's already gone. What a shame, I couldn't stop him. Poor me." He shrugs his shoulders and lets his hand sink again. Finally he had some peace and quiet!

After Law's little revelation, they had decided to stop at a bar. It wasn't a very big bar and from the outside it looked nearly inconspicuous. Not as if that was hard in a city where every house seemed to have a different color. If you saw it like that, then the little gray corner building was probably even more eye catching with its lack of said color and maintenance.

Inside it smelled like stagnant air and alcohol even though besides the three pirates, there were just a couple of other guests. No one seemed to care much about the three newcomers and the only one who had gotten a second glance was Bepo. It probably wasn't a usual occurrence that an ice bear in a bright orange jumpsuit entered the bar.
Now the three were sitting over their drinks. Law and Penguin over a grog and Bepo over an iced tea with a citron.
Penguin softly sighs, tipping his drink listlessly back and forth. The more he thought about Law's newest plan, the more sense it started to make. That didn't mean he liked it though. As a warlord of the sea Law had privileges and he was safe from the navy … but with the title also came restrictions.

"How do you even want to get the navy to accept you as a warlord?", Penguin asks and looks over to Law, who also hadn't touched his drink yet.

"The harvest", the pirate captain answers as he meets Penguin's gaze almost mischievously. Everyone who knew what the word meant would start shaking by the sheer mention of it. The crew of the Polar Tang knew very well what they were to do, when the captain gave the order for a harvest. It meant no deaths or crucial wounds on useful body parts. After all you had to restock on blood somehow and one or two kidneys could be useful as well.
At the beginning of their journey, when Law still had to figure out his powers, there had been a few not very pretty harvests.

How this would help Law now, was something Penguin didn't quite get. "Do you want to start as a doctor for the navy?", he asks amused by the thought but the answer was a simple headshake. "I am going to collect hearts", Law muses. "To be more specific, the hearts of other pirates."

Bepo squints his eyes and shutters. "That's why we attack other pirate ships so often?" The captain again starts ruffling through Bepo's soft fur. "Correct", he answers. "And we will attack even more. Afterall, we need enough of an argument to make the navy listen."

"Yeah okay … that's great and all", Penguin replies, drained of any enthusiasm now. "But how does becoming a warlord help you? Wasn't our goal a different one?"

Law finally takes a sip from his mug before he decides to answer. "That is why I am asking you to trust me. The goals are the emperors and … Doflamingo … and … more." He trails off.
Penguin sighs heavily and looks at his own untouched mug. Alcohol wasn't doing it for him now. Reality had kicked in and it wasn't a very pleasant feeling. Honestly, it was very terrifying. Mostly because Law still wasn't telling them everything. "Isn't it a bit early to aim for the emperors? We just entered the new world and we can't even sail it correctly yet." He could see Bepo's eyes traveling down to his iced tea mumbling a soft apology, but Penguin chooses to ignore it.

"I don't plan on submitting myself", Law replies taking another long sip from the pleasantly warm drink.

Just submitting himself to the navy … Penguin thinks bitterly. He flinches a bit when Law suddenly drops his mug to the table with a loud thud and grimaces at him.

The later it got the more people filled the streets and stairs of the city. The local population, all wearing colorful clothing as well, was busy decorating the streets and shop windows with colored fabric. It was so much color that Shachi felt like he soon would get a headache from all of this. Not that he would complain! He was wearing his sunglasses that were darkening the shades a little bit AND he loved loud and colorful stuff! Much to the demise of his crewmates.

After all, there wasn't much of that found in the life of a pirate … if you overlooked the sometimes weird choices for clothing and ships.

Shachi had spent his time just sitting on one of a few stairs and staring at the busy people hustle and bustle by. He felt even worse than before … He had searched hours for Law and all he had found were a few of his crewmates … but none of them had seen Law, Penguin, or Bepo. And now it was getting dark.
With a sigh he gets up.
Very well, he wasn't able to find any of the three but maybe they had already returned to the submarine. After all, Law had been very clear about his intentions to set sail in the morning.
This time Shachi hesitates, staring at nothing in specific before sinking back onto the stone steps. "I am such a fucking idiot", he mumbles, his face hidden in his hands.
Why did he leave the Polar Tang in the first place? With a guilty conscience, he thinks of the previous fight he had had with Law and he starts to feel a bit sick. Now after all that, there was another thing he had added to his already worsening reputation on the ship. Refusal to obey orders. After all, he had left his post and gone into the town despite his guard duty.

Shachi groans loudly and tilts his head back "I am sooooo dead …"

Okay, the order had come from a note and not from the captain directly and actually he just entered the town to apologize to said captain in the first place! But ONE reason probably wasn't a GOOD reason … Especially not if you considered Law's bad mood.

Maybe, Shachi thinks, he just had to add something on top of the apology. Like a cherry on a cake!
He looks around … there were still a lot of people in the streets, so with a bit of luck, the shops were still open! After all, it was already a bit late for a shopping tour.

Kaisei was standing on the deck and staring at the dock. There were a few lights here and there and you could hear various noises and soft music, but all in all the town was asleep now. It would have been a peaceful and nice scenery if he could have shared it with the rest of the crew … however, Kaisei was still alone on the Polar Tang which was softly rocking back and forth in the water.
Usually at least a few of his comrades rolled in with the coming of the evening. Since the captain had announced that they would leave tomorrow, he was surprised that he himself had not returned yet either. Shachi was missing too… and he hadn't even been allowed off the submarine in the first place.

Well, most of them probably had just forgotten the time over alcohol and beautiful women. Kaisei tries to tell himself to calm down. After all, they hadn't had the chance of real interpersonal contact for a while and over the pleasures they just did not think about the order anymore.
That would cause a lot of trouble … a hungover crew wasn't a good start for a continuation of the journey and the captain was already in a bad mood anyways.

With an ache in his stomach, Kaisei had to think about the shot he hadn't received yet. Law could be rather rough … especially if the captain returned with a huge hangover himself.
… At the moment there was no point in worrying and thinking about the next day though. Maybe he should try and contact Penguin over the den den mushi? … if no one returned in the next half hour he would …

Nothing happens in the next half hour.

Kaisei still stares at the now empty dock, tired from the work during the day and the tension and worry that just did not want to disappear.
It just wasn't normal that no one was turning up! Not everyone of them was a drinker and not all of them had gone out to party … and even if that were the case, usually they would return the purchases they had made before going out again.
Now Kaisei had started to walk up and down the rail. Maybe the navy? Maybe a hostile pirate crew? After them, no other ship had entered the harbour and looking at the other boats none of them seemed suspicious.
Pirates after all had a tendency to have weird and flamboyant ships. They themselves weren't an expectation with their yellow submarine …

Maybe bounty hunters? After the events with the Strawhat, the heart pirates had gained on to their reputation too. Still, Kaisei couldn't imagine that their captain would have any issues with these kinds of people. After all he was Trafalgar Law!

If only Shachi would still be here, then one of them could go out searching for the others without leaving the Polar Tang alone and unprotected. Now Kaisei was angry at himself. He should have stopped Shachi from leaving in the first place but no, his peace and quiet had been more important to him.
He was alone on the submarine and it was his own damn fault. He could not leave! From what he had seen from the deck, the townsfolk seemed to be preparing for a festival of sorts … and festivals drew in droves of thieves and marauders like dunghills did with flies.
On board they stored a lot of valuables. Medecine, surgical instruments and machinery and of course the gold! … not to mention a bunch of still beating pirate hearts … The gold was the most important thing in Kaisei's eyes though. He didn't belong to the medical trained staff … he actually had no idea about medicine or even surgery, apart from the bare minimum you just had to learn if you were a part of the heart pirates crew. No, he considered himself much more of an artist! In painting and in the two sword style. If you asked Kaisei, he was a master in both.

Troubled by worries, he jumps aboard onto the dock and begins digging through his pockets. Somewhere he should have a baby den den mushi and knowing Penguin, he probably had not left without one either. They still had their normal one on board as well so he could at least try to get Penguin on the phone!

Just as Kaisei decides to turn around, he pauses. Maybe his eyes had played a trick on him, but he was certain that he had seen something underneath one of the lamps on the end of the dock. And yes, two figures stepped out of the shadows. For a bare second Kaisei thought them to be enemies before recognizing Penguin's voice calling out to him and just a minute later they were close enough so he could make them out even in the darkness.

However, this new development did not give Kaisei any relief. Bepo was carrying Law's hat on his head and their captain in his arms like a baby. Law's face was hidden away in Bepo's soft fur on his neck. Penguin had wrapped the upper part of his overall around his waist and was trailing after their navigator like a beaten dog.
Law for some reason wasn't wearing either his jacket nor his shirt and presented the whole world his bare tattooed chest. He also was missing his shoes for some reason. And Bepo … well he just looked uncharacteristically grumpy.

Kaisei stares and can't help but feel a bit amused by the sight of the so called elite. It seemed like the drinking had gotten a bit out of control.
"You guys had fun heh? Looks like somebody was able to drink our captain under the table."

Penguin spots Kaisei in front of the Polar Tang and the first thing he hears after they come within reach was a dumb comment.

"Get ready to set sail", he rumbles as an answer and presses himself past their guard to get on the submarine. All he wanted was his bed and to be away from this stupid island. Only when Kaisei did not move, does he stop to glare at him from underneath the cap of his hat. "Didn't you hear me?"

Kaisei just shrugs. "Not possible", he answers still very obviously amused by their situation.

"What do you mean not possible?", Penguin asks now even more annoyed than before. He really wasn't in the mood for this kind of shenanigans.

"The others aren't back yet. You guys are the first to arrive."

What? Penguin must have not heard right. What did he mean with the others weren't back yet? It was already late … so late that it was already early.

And that concludes chapter 2