[VIDEO] And he has absolutely no idea.

[notnapoleon]

[This absolutely isn't the island he was heading for. And, what's worse, his crew, the Heart Pirates, don't seem to be here.] [This is some kind of a nightmare, isn't it?] [Probably not. For a nightmare, it's not nightmarish enough, and much too dull.] [After familiarising himself with this strange new kind of Snail here, he quickly decides to use it to transmit.]

Alright, who's responsible for this? Show yourself, let's get it over with. I'd find you, but I'm in a hurry now.

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Re: video; private

[notnapoleon]

[It's him. It's really him. Actually, utterly him. It is Cora-san, isn't it, it must be... nobody else---!!]

Cora-san--!

L-let's meet, I- you- let's- please...

[He's crying now. And trying to hide it.]

video; private

[callada]

[Despite the tears that run down his cheeks, despite the sniffles, he smiles. Poor Law. He remembers the first day he came back to life. How shocked he had been that Law didn't hate him. How Law had cherished and protected his memory of their time together, cut too short too early. It's so painful to see that he's forgotten it all again but they will have plenty of time to catch up once they've found each other for the third time. All he wants is to wrap the boy up in his arms and hold him close like when he was still a child, and together they can be each other's shelter against this strange collision of worlds.]

Do you know where you are? There's another version of me who has airships, and he can probably bring you to me, or me to him. I'm on Grandeur Island right now, in the New World.

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[notnapoleon]

I- that's-- give me a second, Cora-san!

[Law checks, then gives Corazon the coordinates.]

[callada]

Oh, you're not far, I think. Not that distance and time mean the same thing in the New World. Okay. Sit tight and I'll arrange something. Try not to, uh. Well, no, if you get suddenly thrown to some new island just let me know as soon as you can. We can't control that.

[But by hopping on board an aerial equivalent of a party cruise ship docked at Grandeur that seems to be going the right way, and then making his way across the sea on a few other trade ships, he should be able to get there. It takes a couple of days. Nothing about moving with intent is fast, not like accidentally being flung from place to place. He keeps Law updated the whole way, though.

And so days later he finally disembarks on the shore of the island those coordinates ought to have come from. Hopefully. He's tired, he's so tired after all of the running around he's had to suffer through ever since he somehow came back to life and finally it feels like there's a chance he might get to rest. One more time, he pulls out the phone and sends a text.]

I'm here. At the port. Where are you?

[notnapoleon]

Haven't been whisked away anywhere. Still here. I'll come, wait for me!

[callada]

[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.]