Shanks was your Captain. Your higher up by a mile- Hell you weren’t even considered part of the ‘main’ crew yet. You were basically maintenance. Shanks had talked to you a handful of times and nothing more.

Yet somehow you found yourself here. You had too much alcohol- and probably so did he, judging the fact that you were in the Captain’s quarters, on Shanks bed, both of you… naked.

Shanks was sleeping, his back to you, loudly snoring.

You still had time to leave.