The night is ablaze with thousands of bonfires and the singing voices of amazon women are absolutely deafening. It's festival, dedicated to some fertility goddess or other, Law doesn't care.
However, he cares for his crewmembers, and when they start to disappear one by one, lured by siren's call, he starts to worry.
He sees the shapely blond (what was her name, Marguerite?) dragging away Shachi and stupidly grinning Penguin in the arms of a bossy brunette. Even Jean Bart is led away by the bigheaded empress's sister. And nobody knows where Bepo disappeared.
He wishes them luck.
…The forced solitude onboard his submarine does wonders to his ego. Well, there's this book on PTSD he has yet to finish reading.