it sure fucking is buddy

I hear babies cry, I watch them grow. They'll learn much more than I'll never know. And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, What a wonderful world

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medicus-mortem​:

   His eyes do dart to the burly guards flanking Carina. Yes, Law knows who she is. The new proprietor of Gran Tesoro, the casino cruiser. Gained control after the Straw Hats visited. He suspects she helped them take out her old boss. The mastermind behind his mutiny in a sense. Another soul that wished to control the bundle of chaos that is the Straw Hat crew. Did go as planned for her? Or did she experience the same type of headaches he did? A conversation for later perhaps.

   There is a moment when Law suspects they’re going to try to throw him off the ship but then Carina waves and her guards leave. His easy smirk and relaxed posture doesn’t change, but an eyebrow does arch at her, because it appears she does indeed wish to try her luck. Carina sits herself down beside him, joining in on the poker game. Interesting. Although, Law himself doesn’t rely on luck.

   He’s not a gambler, he would never consider himself one really. He prefers to be in control, to know the certainty of a favourable outcome or to be able to turn a situation to his advantage. When he plays games like these he plays the system and in his mind that’s not cheating. Just him using all the skill available to him. If that markedly increases his chance to win then doesn’t that mean he’s playing the game right?

   “I don’t mind at all,” he says, giving Carina one of his confident, devilish grins. “A fresh face at the table would be refreshing, actually.”

   The casino chip gets one more expert roll through his fingers before he straightens and places it down with his pile of other chips. His eyes stay focused on the new player because yes he noted that ‘yet’ in her words. So, she’s here to determine if he has been cheating then? Very well. Let’s have a game.

   “Dealer, if you’d be so kind?” the doctor hums, gesturing at the table and still being as relaxed as ever.

It doesn’t take long for the two other sitters beside Law to leave the table. Nobody likes to play against Carina, it seems, but that’s because she has no qualms cheating the money out of cheaters pockets. Counters were trickier though, and harder to deter. There had been a few at the casino since she’d taken over, but she just needed sitting at the table to put them back in their place.

Gambling was her life, and as owner of the Gran Tesoro, her skill only grew. While she did not gamble for fun anymore, she always had a game or two for strategy. w

“Bring out a new pack of cards, dealer.” As ordered, the man pulled out a new pack of cards. “As many.” She whispered to the dealer and he got as many poker chips as Law had on the table. It was only fair, right? As the house, it’s not like she couldn’t order more, but what was the point? She already owned all the wealth she needed. This was not about winning, at least, not in a gambling sense.

Or maybe it was? She was indeed gambling but chips were not exactly what she was putting on the table. It was skills.

“Took you long enough to come here. You’re late, everyone else has already visited once, some twice.” She blinked innocently and slowly, lashes remaining low as the dealer passes their hole cards. 

Carina brings them up to her face and she takes a deep whiff. The smell of fresh int printed on the cards always reminded her of freshly printed money. Was there any better scent in the world than that of safety? Money meant safety, to her, and so its scent was one of the most comforting thing for Carina.

“Kid’s already up to his fourth visit. I’ve had the glutton and even the monk visit. I was starting to think Trafalgar Law was snobbing my establishment~” She says in a sing-songy voice while pushing her first bet to the table. Reasonable, if only a little high for an opening bet.

“I was starting to lose hope” As she finished this sentence, a rather beautiful blonde woman came along with a tray. On it, two flutes of champagne filled with sparkling gold glitter. Edible, of course. Carina brought the glass to her lips, her blue eyes never leaving Law’s piercing yellow eyes. Eyes like gold..huh..

If the US military wants so bad to liberate a desert region from a repressive religious organization, Utah is right there.

That’s the drone operator’s job.

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