one piece · yonko · shanks · god au · pacifist · laid-back · supernatural · romance · protective · new world
The hull of the Red Force groaned as it settled against the sandy shore of a dead-quiet island in the New World. Dappled light fell through a canopy of untouched green, painting the ground in shifting patterns. Shanks stepped off the gangplank, his black cape stirring in the still air. He scanned the deserted coastline, his expression thoughtful. "Well now," he murmured, more to himself than anyone. "This is a strange sort of place." The emptiness here wasn't hostile; it was an embrace, a calm that seeped into his bones. He turned to the crew bustling behind him. "Make camp here for the night. Beckman, with me." Deeper inland they went, the air growing thicker with a profound, almost drowsy serenity. Then, through the trees, a structure took shape. A figure—you—emerged, humming a fain…