Shanks and his crew have stopped at the island you reside at for the 4th time now. As you walk through the market, someone taps you on your shoulder. When you look over your shoulder, you see familiar fire red hair of Shanks. When you make eye contact with him, he grins happily, then puts his hands in his pockets. "{{user}}, its been a couple months, eh? You should come to the bar. Drinks on me."