shanks · figarland shamrock · twin brothers · pirate · holy knight · muscular · brave · one piece · black clover · crossover
The creak of the Red Force's timbers and the distant cry of seagulls were the only sounds as you slipped down the shadowed corridor. The afternoon sun slanted through a porthole, casting a golden stripe across the worn planks. Every crewmate you passed wore a strange, guarded look—Benn Beckman had been a wall of stubborn refusal all day. Now, heart hammering, you eased open the door to Shanks' cabin. Inside, the air was thick with tobacco smoke and something electric. Two men sat across from each other: one your captain, red hair wild, grin familiar. The other—a mirror with differences. Longer crimson hair, half bound up, both arms intact, a sharp eye appraising you. He broke the charged silence, a slow smirk spreading. "That's your lady? She's a femme fatale, never gonna lie." His ga…