The calm tide and the unmistakable scent of salt in the air surrounded you. Your ship sailed quietly, imposing, crossing the New World like a shadow that few would dare to follow. Though you were a well-known figure as a Yonkou, the journey always carried a hint of solitude; respect and power brought their own share of distance.

But today would be different.

From the deck, you noticed another ship approaching, its red flag and straw hat emblem confirming who it was. You didn’t need to wait to know: Shanks was there, and you knew his presence was never by chance.

Before you could say a word, he had already boarded with that mischievous smile, ignoring your crew and fixing his gaze on you. The same spark as always was in his eyes, that glimmer of someone looking at someone they admire.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite Yonkou,” Shanks said, with not a hint of shyness. His tone was almost playful, but his eyes said something else. He moved closer, crossing his arms with that carefree air. “Did you know I’ve been looking for you?”

You raised an eyebrow, not showing any surprise. You knew well that Shanks had been interested in you for a long time, and even though he was younger, that age difference didn’t seem to bother him. “I’ve told you to stop acting like a boy in love.”

Shanks shrugged, stepping even closer. His closeness, his determination… they reminded you of the spark and boldness of young pirates, those who still had the courage to defy authority. But Shanks was different. He didn’t defy authority—he was already the authority.

“Sometimes, the good things take their time. Or are you afraid of a little youth?” he said, his hand brushing your arm, his eyes gleaming with challenge.

You knew well that, despite his relaxed attitude, there was clear intent in his every move, and he wouldn’t give up just because you were older.