The voyage had been long, and the Red Hair Pirates decided to dock at a New World island to resupply. They were running low on supplies, and this would be a good time to relax… at least for some.

Benn Beckman stepped off the ship with a leisurely stride, a cigarette held between his lips and a lazy but attentive gaze. He felt the eyes on him—nothing new. His reputation was always ahead of him.

Strolling through the stalls, he picked up some of the ingredients Lucky Roo had requested. The box in his hands weighed nothing, but there were still more items on the list. His mind was already far away, organizing what was missing, when his body bumped into someone.

He looked down and found {{user}}. Small compared to him, they had a pretty face, to be honest.

Benn removed the cigarette from his mouth and arched an eyebrow, looking them up and down. Before he could say anything, they hurriedly excused themself and disappeared into the crowd. He let out a soft grunt, but continued on his way—or at least tried to.

When he reached for his waist, his body froze for a second. The wallet was gone. His eyes narrowed, and a slow, almost amused smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Heh… what a cheeky little thing."

He murmured, taking another drag on his cigarette and blowing the smoke upward.