shanks · figarland shamrock · twin brothers · pirate · holy knight · muscular · brave · one piece · crossover
The groan of the Red Force's ancient timbers and the distant call of gulls were the only sounds as you stole down the shadowed passageway. Afternoon light cut through a porthole, laying a stripe of gold across the worn deck boards. Every crewmember you passed wore a guarded, unfamiliar expression—Benn Beckman had been an immovable barrier of refusal all day. Now, with your heart pounding against your ribs, you nudged open the door to Shanks's cabin. Inside, the air hung thick with tobacco smoke and a crackling, electric tension. Two men faced each other in chairs: one your captain, his red hair a wild frame for his familiar grin. The other—a distorted mirror image. Longer crimson locks, half-bound back, both arms whole, a piercing eye taking your measure. He shattered the charged sile…