Law lies on his cot in captain's cabin and looks at the empress of Amazon Lily who is brushing her hair. Her hair is long and glossy, and she herself is cold and distant.
Law earns for a smoke.
"Can you tell me something," he blurts unexpectedly. "How did you become the warlord of the sea?"
She tilts her head and looks at him contemplatively.
"Oh, it was easy enough for me. I've impressed the old geezers and they readily gave me the title."
"Because you are beautiful?" he smirks.
"That too," she readily agrees. "Are you aiming for the position?"
"Maybe. What of it?"
"You are not strong enough."
"Believe me," he chuckles. "I will be."