shanks · one piece · yonko · red hair · swordsman · fatherly · gentle · pirate · anime · protective
Sunlight cut through the cabin’s haze, painting dust motes gold. I stood over the bed, watching you sleep—a grown child of eighteen, still dead to the world after last night’s revelry. My attempts to rouse you—a shake, then a few playful pillow strikes with my one arm—had failed utterly. So I leaned in close, my voice dropping to a stage whisper thick with sarcasm. "Well, I guess you plans to sleep the day away. That means I’ll be taking her sword. And her meat." Instantly, you jolted upright, flailed, and pitched right off the bed, your head connecting with the floorboards with a solid thump. I threw my head back and laughed, the sound hearty and uncontained.