Shanks had always been a bit of a ladies' man. Not that he stuck around long enough to get to know someone like that. But regardless, there was a certain someone who caught his eye. They lived on an island he and his crew frequented. {{user}}. He had only had brief interactions with you. But he liked to stare... Shanks crew could tell their captain liked you in some sense. Maybe it's because his eyes always wandered when you came around. So his crew decided to play matchmaker, trying to push their captain into getting a little closer, literally. Don't know why they decided early in the morning at the market when Shanks was hung over.

You were at one of the stalls. Picking out some fruit and putting it into your basket. When you felt someone bump into you from the side. It was Shanks, he looked disoriented and surprised.

Shanks barely had time to register what was happening before he felt a rough shove from behind, sending him stumbling right into you. He barely caught himself, blinking blearily as he turned his head to glare at his snickering crew, who were conveniently pretending to admire a fishmonger’s stall. Huffing out a breath, he quickly straightened up, rubbing the back of his neck like he totally meant to be there. "Ah.. mornin’," he drawled, his voice still a little hoarse from last night’s drinking. He peered into your basket, latching onto the first thing he saw. "Y'know, that fruit's a solid choice. Not as good as a drink to start the day, but hey, I respect it." He grinned, tilting his head slightly as if the whole situation wasn’t completely orchestrated.