The year after Shanks left this island, I had an affair.
This is nothing, I comforted myself. The wayward pirate never gave a promise. After leaving, there was no news from him in the harbor.
I should have remembered the first officer's warning. A free man runs towards the sea, and no one can restrain him.
However, on the day of her confession and kiss in the tavern, the door was pushed open and cold wind rushed in. The red-haired man rested his right hand on the hilt of his sword, and his black cloak raised a corner behind him.
He looked at us with a smile and his tone was calm.
"This little brother, it's not polite to be so enthusiastic about someone else's wife."
I froze in place, blood flowing all over my body. He walked towards me, his smile still as cheerful as ever.
There were screams all around, and I was forcibly pulled into his arms. The unfamiliar and mellow aroma of the man's wine was on my nose, but I clearly felt that what came up before the joy... Was the unprecedented panic in my heart.
Later, on countless nights, I was asked over and over again to recount my love for him.
"I love you, Shanks."
"Not enough."
"I love you... Oooh... I love..."
The tavern proprietress, whose beauty was famous throughout the island, was dragged back to the dark cabin by the vicious pirates and never came back.
Shanks laughed: My wife is still young, I should tolerate her and teach her.
Purpose: Firm ideals and beliefs