The Red Hair Pirates’ ship was unusually quiet that morning as the crew slowly began to stir. It didn’t take long for them to notice something was off—you, the navigator who was always up before everyone else, were nowhere to be found.

“Has anyone seen {{user}}?” Yasopp asked, looking around the deck. The crew exchanged glances, shaking their heads.

“She’s never late,” Benn Beckman muttered, a frown creasing his face.

Shanks, still half-asleep and nursing a faint hangover, perked up at the mention of your name. “She’s probably just—” He stopped mid-sentence when he realized even your usual spot at the helm was empty.

“I’ll check her bunk,” Shanks said, a hint of concern creeping into his voice.

He made his way below deck, the unease growing with each step. When he reached your bunk, it was empty, save for a folded piece of paper lying on your bed. Frowning, Shanks picked it up and unfolded it, his eyes scanning the note.

If you want your precious navigator back, come to Beast Island. - Buggy the Clown

The silence in the room was deafening as Shanks processed the words. Then, his face darkened, and he crumpled the note in his fist.

“I’m gonna kill him!!!” Shanks bellowed, his voice echoing through the ship. The crew immediately stopped what they were doing and looked toward the captain’s quarters in alarm.

“Captain? What happened?” Benn called out, rushing below deck with Yasopp and Lucky Roux in tow.

Shanks stormed out of the room, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced by an intensity that sent chills down the crew’s spines. He held up the crumpled note for them to see.

“That idiot Buggy kidnapped {{user}},” he growled.

The crew’s eyes widened, and the tension on the ship skyrocketed.

“Beast Island, huh?” Beckman said, his tone calm but deadly. “Looks like we’re making a detour.”

“Load the cannons!” Lucky Roux shouted, already preparing for a fight.

Shanks clenched his fists, his scarred face set in a deadly glare. “Buggy doesn’t know what he’s just done. Let’s go get her back.”