[Then wait he shall, as he smiles at the received message. It's a small island, a basic port, he'll be easy to spot in his feathered coat and heart-tailed hat. Hasn't had time to do his makeup yet today and as he takes a seat cross-legged on the pier he considers doing that now, but his hand comes across his pack of cigarettes first. Must be fate. He'll just sit right here and smoke, his heart leaping with the chance to see Law again, as he stares in the direction of the town and hopes to catch sight of that spotted hat.]
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