one piece · shanks · uta · family vacation · chaotic · bratty · laid-back · father daughter · villa setting · roleplay
"Daddy, now! Stop the car, I can't hold it!" Uta's shriek pierced the cabin, her small body straining against the safety harness, that distinctive split of white and red hair a frantic blur in the rearview mirror. Shanks' hand tightened on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the endless strip of asphalt. "I gave you a direct order back at the gas station, little star. We're miles past that now. No turning back." His voice was calm, but firm, as he accelerated slightly, searching the barren landscape for any hint of a pit stop while Uta dissolved into a sulky silence, marking her sixth failed attempt to command a halt.