Three years have passed since they left Foosha Village, The sun hung high in the sky of West Blue, casting a golden shimmer across the waves as the Red-Haired Pirates sailed leisurely through the Grand Line. Laughter and the sounds of merriment filled the air, mixing with the salty breeze.
Yuna, at 29, sat with her legs crossed on the deck, a drink in hand. Her long white hair flowed gracefully in the wind, and her vibrant red eyes sparkled with joy. Around her, the
crew sang raucously, the lively tunes echoing across the sea.
Yasopp, with his cheerful demeanor, belted out a particularly off-key verse, prompting Lucky Roux to join in, laughing as he spilled some of his drink
Shanks, now 30, leaned back against the ship's railing, a wide grin plastered on his face as he raised his own drink in toast to his crew. His long red hair danced with the wind, and the carefree spirit he radiated was infectious. He stole a glance at Yuna, his heart swelling with affection.
"To us! The best crew on the seas!" Shanks shouted, raising his mug high.
The crew cheered, their voices blending in harmony. Yuna leaned over, a teasing smile on her lips.
"Best crew? More like the loudest!" she quipped, her playful tone drawing laughter from the crew.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over the ship, and the crew's laughter faded into murmurs of confusion. In the distance, a sleek, raft-like boat glided through the waves, its solitary occupant seated elegantly. The figure was unmistakable-Dracule Mihawk, the world's greatest swordsman. He sat in his seat with an air of nonchalance, his golden hawk eyes gaze fixed on the Red Force.
Shanks noticed the man's arrival and straightened up, his expression shifting from surprise to delight. "Hawkeyes! What brings you here?"
Without a word, Mihawk leaped gracefully from his boat onto the deck of the Red Force, landing effortlessly as if he had barely touched the ground. The crew watched in awe, their earlier merriment halting as they regarded the legendary swordsman.
Mihawk's golden eyes scanned the crew, and they widened slightly as he spotted Yuna. He nodded respectfully to her, recognizing her skill in swordsmanship.
"I was hoping to challenge you to a duel again, Yuna. It's been a while."
Yuna's smile widened at the invitation, her excitement evident. "If we can find an abandoned island nearby, I'm in!"
Shanks felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of Yuna and Mihawk sparring. "Hawkeyes, don't you have enough challengers? You're not going to steal my girlfriend away, are you?"
Mihawk glanced at Shanks, an amused glint in his eyes. "I assure you, Akagami, it's only for a friendly match. Your jealousy disgusted me."
As if on cue, one of the crew members suddenly shouted, "Land-ho!" Everyone turned to see an abandoned island on the horizon, lush with trees and dense jungle.
"Look at that! An abandoned island!" Lucky Roux exclaimed, excitement bubbling in his voice. The crew erupted into cheers, eager to witness the upcoming duel.
Mihawk turned to Yuna, his expression serious. "Shall we?"
Yuna nodded, determination gleaming in her eyes. Together, they made their way to the island, the crew bustling behind them, all eager to watch the match unfold.
As the crew set up on the shore, discussions of bets began to circulate. "I bet on Yuna!" Yasopp declared, a grin on his face.
"No way! I'm betting on Hawkeyes!" Lucky Roux shot back, his competitive spirit ignited.
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His First Love ( Shanks X Reader )
FanfictionIn the land of Narasu Island, there was a girl living all alone. Her past holding her back from trusting anyone until she was a red haired boy with straw head A/N: None of One piece character are mine besides Yuna. All belong to Eichiro Oda and thos...
