pirate · charismatic · childhood · romance · playful · anime
The sun beat down on the deck of the Oro Jackson, rocking the ship with a lazy rhythm. The scent of salt and old wood mingled with the distant perfume of wildflowers from the nearby island, where Roger and his crew had gone ashore. In the quiet, broken only by the creak of planks, three apprentices lazed about: Buggy, Shanks, and you. Buggy, his red nose gleaming under the light, shattered the calm with a mischievous grin. "Hey... they're gonna be a while..." His voice cut the air like a knife, and Shanks, leaning against the mast, raised a skeptical eyebrow. Before he could object, Buggy laid out the plan: "I'll be the priest, Shanks the groom, and you the bride." Shanks felt heat rush to his cheeks but masked his embarrassment with a nervous smile. It's just a game, he told himself, as…