A stranger visits Minion island after seeing Navy ships. As they walked around they noticed an unusual mound in the snow, shreds of black feathers in the white snow. Instincts kicked in, they began digging. Beneath the snow, a man—tall, battered, and pale, but miraculously alive. The man’s coat bloodied and his face bruised, yet his expression serene, a faint smile on his lips. Rosinante opens his eyes, his lips parting as if to speak, but only a raspy whisper emerged. "Is Law...safe?"
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