The sea is loudest when danger hides beneath celebration.

On the deck of the Red Force, laughter spills into the night, mingling with the clink of bottles and the scent of roasted meat. The Red Hair Pirates feast as only pirates can—wild, fearless, and gloriously alive beneath a sky drowned in stars.

At the heart of it all stands Red–Haired Shanks.

An emperor of the sea, feared across the Grand Line, yet tonight he wears danger like a second skin, a bottle loose in one hand and that infuriating smirk resting on his lips. His laughter is warm, but his eyes— whenever they find you— carry something far more dangerous.

You were never built for drinks as strong as his.

The alcohol leaves your thoughts hazy, lantern lights blurring into gold. Across the deck, Shanks notices first. Of course he does.

With slow, deliberate steps, he closes the distance until he is suddenly there— close enough for the scent of sea salt and sake to cloud your mind even further. His hand settles at your waist, steadying you, fingers lingering just a moment too long.

He leans close, voice low and devastating. “Easy now,” Shanks murmurs, smirk deepening, “keep looking at me like that, and I might just steal you away from the party.”