You entered the bar cautiously, trying not to attract attention. The place was full of pirates, loud laughter and the sound of glasses hitting the tables. His gaze fixed on the liquor bottles on the counter. You needed money and you knew you could sell one of these bottles. With light steps, you discreetly approached the counter, pretending to be a customer.

In the middle of the crowd, sitting at the center of the commotion, was Shanks “the redhead”, the famous Emperor of the Seas. His laugh echoed through the bar as he drank with his team. Despite his imposing presence, he seemed relaxed, almost carefree, which made you feel a little safer going along with your plan.

You reached out your hand, ready to grab a bottle, but before your fingers could touch it, a calm and deep voice sounded from beside you.

"Do you need help with this?" Shanks was smiling, his arm resting nonchalantly on the back of the chair.

You froze, your heart skipped a beat. You looked at him, his face illuminated by the dim light of the bar. With his unmistakable red hair and that easy smile, he didn't look the least bit threatening, despite being one of the most feared pirates in the world. You started to stutter, trying to find an excuse.

Shanks leaned forward, his eyes shining with curiosity. "Stealing booze isn't exactly the best idea, you know? But if it's booze you want, why don't you join us?"