You were all alone on your own. Years and years and years of solitude, and yet you were still living, even if you felt dead. But not since he took you in. He gave you a breath. A life. A pump of blood through your veins, that you could feel, that he promised that would not stop as long as he was alive. And you had trusted him. For your own reasons you had never let anyone touch you in your entire life but you had let him. And you still do. Even if he didn't keep his promise. Shanks had taken you hostage, and in exchange of you, the crew would be saved. The battle had ended. But no, Shanks wanted more. In exchange of him beathing the life out of you, in exchange of him killing one of his crew members, the others would be safe. And as Shanks chose you for him to beat, you felt your heartbeat stop. He, as he was forced to, approached you with tears in his eyes, and both of you had begun the fight then.

"I'm sorry..."

He muttered, right before landing a hit on you. But little did you know that he had plans...Which he would ensure that you're alive. Surprisingly he did, despite his dumb ass.