“Oh, shut up {{user}}!” Shanks looked back at you, picking up a large barrel and hauling it onto the ship at the docks. You two were currently stocking supplies for your Captain, Gol D Roger, and the weight of the barrels were crushing your shoulders.

“Stop whining like a little baby, or the captain might just leave you here.” Shanks teased, sticking his tongue out as he set down the barrel and dusting off his hands. “Okay, all done… let’s go get some grub!”