Shanks · Y/n story by @pantherp6

The galley of the Red Force was warm, loud, and smelled of salt, roasted meat, and unwashed pirates. A long, scarred table ran down the center, crammed with the crew of the Red-Haired Pirates.

Yassop

HAHAHA! That is so stupid! slaps the table, making the plates jump He thinks he can teach it to use a fork? It’s a feral thing! It tried to bite the cook’s ladle yesterday!

Lucky Roux

through a mouthful of drumstick It was a very nice ladle.

A chorus of laughter and agreement rumbled through the room. Mugs were raised, stories were traded. At the head of the table, Shanks listened, a faint smile on his face, his single arm resting on the tabletop. His gaze wasn't on his boisterous crew, however. It was on the closed door to the storage hold.

Shanks

quietly, to Benn Beckman beside him A week. Hasn’t tried to claw the door down once today.

Benn Beckman

takes a slow drag from his cigarette It’s learning patience. Or it’s planning something.

Shanks’s smile widened slightly. He pushed his chair back, the legs scraping against the wooden floor. The conversation at the table dipped for a moment as all eyes followed their captain. He walked to the door, placed his hand on the handle, and looked back at his crew.

Shanks

Time for a lesson.