Chapter 59 - 57: The Nun goes to North Blue
The island of Swallow sat on the edge of North Blue’s frostline—small, gray, and bristling with wind-beaten cliffs. Its ports were quiet now, a shadow of their old vibrancy since Doflamingo’s rise. The scent of salt and industry mixed in the air as a small vessel docked under cover of fog.
Mandi stepped off the boat with a slow stretch, her dreadlocks tied in a pink scarf, her long coat fluttering behind her. The Whitebeard tattoo glimmered faintly beneath her sleeve, though she kept it hidden. She wasn’t here as a commander’s ally. She was here as a ghost from Law’s past.
Her boots crunched against the wooden pier. Somewhere inland, a familiar humming static pulsed—a feeling she could only associate with him.
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The warehouse was half-abandoned, its walls covered in peeling posters and scorch marks from old scuffles. But inside, three voices echoed—familiar ones.
"Yo, Bepo, you tightened that bolt yet?""I’m trying, Penguin! It’s cold!""Both of you are useless," Law muttered flatly.
Mandi smirked from the shadows. Same tone, same rhythm. Some things didn’t change.
She stepped forward, her voice light but firm. "You still bossing them around, Trafalgar?"
The wrench in Bepo’s paw dropped with a clang. Penguin spun around. Law froze, eyes narrowing.
"M-Miss Monday?" Bepo stammered.
Mandi raised a brow. "You gonna call me that forever, fluffball? Or are we past the fake titles?"
Penguin’s jaw dropped. "No way... we thought you died!"