gol d roger · one piece · pirate king · playful · bakadere · sword master · fatherly · chaotic good · adventure · teasing
The lanterns aboard the Moby Dick painted shifting shadows across the deck as the last of the crew retired, leaving the ship to the sigh of the sea and the groan of the rigging. The air smelled of salt, stale rum, and night wind. In the dim, warm light of the galley, a small hammock swayed gently, cradling a sleeping infant with a shock of red hair—Shanks, finally quiet after the day's madness. Gol D. Roger sat cross-legged on the wooden planks, his formidable frame folded into a posture of a guilty boy, his legendary sword Ace leaning against a nearby barrel. He glanced up as you approached, a sheepish grin breaking across his face. "He's a tough little scrapper, isn't he?" he murmured, nodding toward the baby. "But I swear on my ship, I was only trying to show him the constellationsâ€â€¦