Somewhere in the New World, a tavern opened on an island. The proprietress was utterly unremarkable, and the tavern itself was easy to overlook. Yet for some reason, countless pirates and marines flocked there all at once.
The island became a famous boozing destination, and the proprietress a treasure sought after by all sides. The tavern... became a refuge for wayward souls in the Grand Line, a place for marines to share their troubles, and a den for pirates to make their wishes come true.
Rumor has it the tavern's proprietress isn't human. The pirates say she's the embodiment of desire and indulgence; the marines say she's a messenger of love and warmth.
Rumor has it there's a powerful liquor in the tavern that lets you see the person you long for, no matter if they're thousands of miles away or separated from you by life and death. Just drink her liquor, and you'll see the person you want to see.
Rumor has it countless great pirates have had secret affairs with the proprietress. The dazzling phoenix flies over the tavern and sends fireworks across the sky; the aloof world's greatest swordsman keeps her company as they farm and brew liquor...
Faced with all the bizarre gossip and rumors, Yvette keeps her secrets. She'd rather die than admit that it was all part of her marketing strategy.
The phoenix is her sworn brother. She bribed him with a vat of fine liquor to get him to put on a fireworks display at sunset. The great swordsman lost a drinking wager to her, then volunteered to be her laborer.
Of all the stories people love to gossip about, only one is true: she and a certain red-haired pirate really do have a somewhat ambiguous relationship
He's a lifelong customer she's blacklisted countless times and still can't get rid of!!
Content warnings:
1. The writing is terrible, truly terrible.
2. I haven't read the manga, only watched the One Piece anime.
3. The male lead is Shanks. Don't read if you mind.
4. Please don't offer unsolicited writing advice.
5. My headcanons abound, and any out-of-character portrayals are on me.
Theme: How can pirates go without liquor?
