You're The Captain. {Shanks x Reader}

Small Extension-Ending.

Finally, we get to dock at an island.

You've been trying to avoid Shanks as if he was wild fire since he left your cabin that night and it's much harder on a ship than it would be on an island. You make your way out onto the deck, the first thing you notice is Shanks being his usual cheerful self, the slur in his voice making it clear he's drunk.

Thankfully, he has his back to you. But you still feel someone's eyes boring into your form. You turn to see Ben Beckman, his eyes focusing on you and his expression a fixated glare. But the second you look back at him, he turns his attention to his gun while he polishes it. You doubt that Shanks has told him anything, he's definitely not the type to.

But Ben is an observant guy, it wouldn't have taken him long to work it out. The fact that Shanks stopped drinking and then kept disappearing with you for periods of time would have been a clear giveaway.

Since you had hurt Shanks, he's been drinking more than ever but his mood hasn't changed. He's still as happy-go-lucky as always. "[F/n]~!" One of the crew member yell, drawing your attention to them.

In the corner of your eye, you notice Shanks peek over his shoulder at you upon hearing your name, but he doesn't say anything. His eyes shifting back up to Yasopp who stood in front of him. The blonde bragging about his sniper skills. "Hi guys." You smile boldly, giving the crew a short wave as you make your way off the ship and onto the island.

No need to outstay my welcome.

Hours of shopping relaxes your nerves drastically, this island has plenty of charm. And the stores was filled with clothing that was both pretty and comfortable, a rare occurrence when you're a pirate. 

You foolishly enter the bar after your shopping spree, hoping to have a peaceful drink before going back to the ship. Your eyebrow arching when you see a girl trying to flirt with Shanks upon entering. The sight calms your nerves a little, admittedly. Maybe she will give him the happiness he needs since you couldn't. But you also felt slightly saddened. 

You watched her run her fingertips across his scar, like you once did, as she looks straight into his eyes, a charming smile on her face. A tad of relief  washes over you when you see the man waving her off as he downs his sake. The girl pouting a little at his gesture but leaving him alone nonetheless. 

With a deflated sigh, you take your seat beside Yasopp. The blonde eagerly ordering you a drink with a drunken grin plastered on his face. "[F/n]~!! Have some sake~!" For once you take him up on his crappy offer and wrap your hand around the glass, lifting it to your lips.

You could feel Shanks' eyes burning into your form but you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. When you think about him, all you remember is how hurt he looked when you said you weren't at all interested in him. It made looking him in the eye near impossible.

"You're a brazen one," Ben mutters as he sits down opposite you, drawing in your gaze. The older male signalling for Yasopp to go away, the blonde immediately obeying the silent command and joining the other crew members to the far side of the room for a drink. Your breathing becoming horribly stiff as you nervously interfere with your fingers. "The Captain probably needs some time away from you right now, [F/n]." Ben coldly states, his eyes gazing just past your face to look at his captain briefly before they shift back to you.

"You can't kick me out of a public bar." You quietly grunt, your eyes sending daggers at the man. You begin to wish you had listened to him when he places his arms on the table, leaning over so that his face is threateningly close to yours. 

"I'm not kicking you out, I'm telling you to give him some space. Have some respect for him, if not yourself." Ben essentially spits the words at you as he lazily slumps back into his chair, a sigh escaping his lips as he massages his temples.

You want to argue with him some more. And you partly want to apologize to Shanks for hurting him so badly. But you know better, now is not the time. With a slight nod of your head, you get up from your seat and grab your shopping bags before making your way to the bar's door.

You pause when you reach the exit, your sights casting over to Shanks as he stares up at you from his booze. Silently, you mouth the word 'Sorry' to him before you hear Ben crankily mumble your name from behind you. Urging you to hurry up and leave.

Upon stepping outside you begin to make your way to the ship, your mind so occupied, you don't even feel someone watching you. Not until you hear a loud bang, followed closely by a wave of agonizing pain in your lower back.

Did someone just shoot me?!

"Got one of those pirates! And they say they're tough ones?!" A chuckle reaching your ears as you fall to the ground limply, your hand reaching for your sword out of instinct. Another bang ringing in your ears as another surge of pain runs through your back, this time slightly higher up. 

You hear a few muffled voices, your ears still ringing from the sound of the gunshots. You choke out a small whimper as you feel your body struggling to function. The nerves in your fingers twitching uncontrollably. 

"[F/n]!" You recognize that voice as Shanks', the male dropping down to his knees and catching you in his arms as you fall forward. The man carefully pulling you into his chest as more gunshots ring out over his voice. "[F/n]! It's okay, just wait one minute! Lucky Roo, she needs help! Hurry up!!" 

His voice beginning to fade out as your eyes trail lazily to the side and spotting someone specific. A tall and muscular man with brown hair. That hairstyle you recognize anywhere. "Thatch?" You croak weakly as he crouches down beside you. His large hand gliding down your spine, brushing the bullet wounds and making them seem painless all of a sudden.

"It hurts me that I have to do this so early." Thatch sighs as he lowers his face to yours, your noses brushing together as his warmth soothes you. "It's only been two years, [F/n]." You want to talk so badly, you have so many questions but the only thing that left your mouth was a weak cough, mixed with blood. 

Thatch placing a gentle kiss on your lips, the action somehow calming you and making the pain fade away completely, your body feeling light. Once he breaks the kiss, Thatch swiftly pulls you to your feet, his fingers entwining with yours. "It's time to go, [F/n]."

You knew that these occurrences only mean one thing usually. Your eyes drifting down to see if your assumption is correct. Of course, you spot your body still being held by Shanks as he begs for you not to die on him, tears streaming down his adorable face. You could see that the marines who attacked you were also dead. 

Ben Beckman rushing over and checking your pulse eagerly. His eyes instantly filling with both horror and regret as they flicker up to Shanks. "Sh-She's gone, Captain..." The redhead clearly not wanting to hear those words as he sobs into your bloody chest. Seems the bullets went straight through your body. "I'm sorry." Ben murmurs, his hand stroking your lifeless face gently.

"Is there a way I can apologize to Shanks?" Your question being inspired by Ben's apology. You want Shanks to know that you never intended to hurt him. But your question only receives a shake of the head from Thatch as his hold on your hand tightens. 

"If I left you any longer, your soul would've gotten lost between the veil." Thatch sadly mumbles as he lifts your hand to his lips, planting a kiss on each of your knuckles gently. The sweet action forcing you to feel perfectly tranquil. "He already knows that you're sorry though, I promise that much."

Thatch's promises always ring true.

Your heart starts to feel light in your chest for the first time in a long time. Was it what Thatch had said or was it because you were now reunited with the man? He had died two years ago and your heart had been feeling heavy and darkened since that night. It had been slowly breaking you apart.

But now, it's light and fluttery again...like the day you first met him. 

"Let's go, [F/n]. There's people who are eager to see you on the other side."

"Yeah...I'm ready to go now."

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