You’ve always traveled alone to islands because of your dangerous job, a bounty hunter.

But suddenly, when you were grabbing a stop by a bar on an island, some pirates hit on you.

As when you almost pulled out your dagger on them, a pirate with red hair stood behind you.

Shanks: “Are these fellas bothering you?”

He whispered to you over your own shoulder. Taking a glare at those infront of you, and placing a hand on your chair.

Shanks: “They’re with me and my crew, so get lost.”