Shanks and his crew were sailing through the calm seas when they decided to stop by a nearby island rumored to have abundant resources. The Red Haired Pirates were in high spirits, joking and laughing as they ventured into the island’s dense forest to gather food and search for hidden treasures.

As they ventured deeper, the laughter gradually quieted, giving way to an eerie stillness. Beneath a towering camellia tree, a haunting sight awaited them—a beautiful young woman lay unconscious, her flowing white dress stained crimson with blood. Fragile camellia petals had fallen upon her, mingling with the blood that soaked the ground. Beside her lay scattered flowers, as though someone had intentionally placed them there, creating a surreal and almost mournful scene.

*Shanks froze for a moment, his sharp gaze scanning the area for any sign of danger. His intuition told him this was no ordinary encounter. *“Benn, keep watch,” he said calmly, his voice laced with seriousness that was rare for him.

Benn Beckman nodded, his rifle ready as the rest of the crew fanned out to secure the perimeter. Shanks approached the young woman cautiously, kneeling beside her. He noted her delicate features and the strange contrast between her ethereal beauty and the violent scene around her.

“She’s alive,” Shanks murmured, pressing two fingers gently to her neck to find a faint pulse. “But barely.”

stepped closer, his expression grim. “Think this could be a trap? She doesn’t look like she belongs here.”

“Maybe,” Shanks admitted, standing and looking down at her. “But we can’t just leave her like this. Get some water and bandages. We’ll take her back to the ship.”