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A/N: 10K words for my GORGEOUS MAN! Hope this fits what you were asking for<3
The bustling port town was a cacophony of shouts and laughter, the salty air mingling with the scents of fish, tar, and exotic spices from distant lands.
You moved cautiously through the crowded streets, mindful of pickpockets and swindlers that preyed on unsuspecting travellers. Your goal was clear, to traverse the dangerous stretches of the town and continue your journey unscathed.
As you turned down a quieter lane, hoping to avoid the thicker crowds, your heart sank. Two rough looking bandits blocked your path, their expressions malevolent.
Desperation flared within you as they advanced, and you weighed your limited options. You hesitated, and then a third man stepped out the shadows behind you.
Turning back wasn't an option now. You would have to push through them, and from the way they straightened, stepping forward with smug, knowing looks, they already knew you had nowhere else to go.
"Well, look at this" one of the men drawled, a grin stretching across his face as he stepped closer. "A little lost, are we?"
You forced yourself to stay still, to keep your breathing even. Panic wouldn't help. You weren't a fighter, and even if you were, three against one wasn't good odds.
"I think they are lost" another one chimed in, his voice mockingly sympathetic. "Bad luck, huh? This ain't exactly a safe place for someone wandering alone".
The third chuckled, slow and deliberate, looking you up and down like he was assessing his options. "We could help, though" he mused. "Point you in the right direction... for a price".
You clenched your jaw, your fingers twitching by your sides. They were taking their time. Playing with their food. You glanced at the open street behind the alley's entrance, so close, yet impossibly far.
The market was loud, busy. No one had noticed you slip in here, and even if you called out, would anyone actually listen? One of them took another step forward. Too close.
You started calculating. If you moved first, if you ducked, if you- as your brain worked fast, unbeknownst to you, two young boys passed by the alley's entrance.
They weren't looking for trouble. They hadn't even meant to glance your way, but something about the scene, made them stop.
The cornered stance of your body, the smug overconfidence of the men surrounding you, caught the attention of the one with red hair.
He slowed to a stop, his expression shifting from amusement to something more serious. The other, a step ahead, noticed and turned back. "Oi Shanks, what-"
Shanks gestured toward the alley. "Look Buggy". Buggy leaned, frowning, and for a moment, the two of them simply observed the scene. The bandits still hadn't noticed them, too focused on their easy prey.
