You woke up to the smell of smoke. Choking and coughing you sit up slowly.
Sabo.
Your eyes widen as the boy's face flashes in your mind. You panicked.
"Sa..!" You tried to scream, but your throat burned, your body hurt.
It was hot.
Flames began to peek into the room, burning everything and turning the walls and the floor black. You struggled to breath, your lungs were burning. The window broke as someone jumped in, your vision was fading again but you knew who this person was.
They walk over to you and pick you up, the person gives you a lopsided grin as he takes you and jumps out the window. He pulls you away from the burning building and towards the tree's out of sight of your captives.
"Sh...ha.....an....kssss..." You dragged out the s as you lost consciousnesses.
—-Shanks—-
One hour and thirty eight minutes earlier
"Are you sure...?" Shanks said smoothly, he had a laid back look on his face. But anyone who made eye contact with him would have noticed the tension and the anger in his gaze.
Someone has taken a friend of his, as well as one of their children, captive. And according to their information, this friend was being beaten.
The man that brought this news to him looked terrified, but Shanks couldn't care less.
"(Name)..." He groaned, running a hand through his hair. He closes his eyes for a moment as someone else walks up to him.
"Ready to go?" They said and Shanks opens his eyes, his normal carefree look was replaced with a more serious expression.
"Let's go."
