The Expert Swimmer. {Shanks x Reader}

Awaken.

You're not sure what you were going to do once your eyes opened but whatever it was has been pulled to an instant halt. 

Your orbs had landed on a muscular man with shocking red hair, he must have been the one that saved you. You can't even begin to figure out why a pirate would want to help you and with a face like his, you can't even focus on your own thoughts.

Sure, he's a pirate but damn...he is cute. A nice smile, gorgeous hair, that handsome stubble and there's just that aura about him. You then notice the scars over his left eye, three vertical scratches and he has a missing arm.

A missing arm...Jesus Christ, this guy has been through some shit!

"Ah, hey there, lady!" A male with dirty blonde hair greets, he has short dreadlocks and thick lips but he looks friendly enough...for a pirate. "Sorry about your clothes, we had to take them off 'cause they were wet and cold and wouldn't help y--"

"Yasopp." Another male murmurs quietly, he sounds like the broody one and has long grey hair. This is Ben Beckman, you've seen his wanted posters before and you've heard that he can be a ruthless killer if the need arises. 

Sweet Lord, why me...

"What? I just don't want her thinking we're perverts or anything." In Yasopp's defense you are instinctively cuddling the blankets closer to your bare chest at the realization, you were so numb before that you hadn't noticed you were naked under these covers. 

"You're free to borrow some of my clothes if you wanna," The handsome redhead voices with a heart-meltingly sweet expression on his face, he gestures toward the large wardrobe in the corner of the room with his one arm. "They're in there. Help yourself, we'll leave you to change." 

He'll let me use his clothes? And he'll allow me the privacy? Better than the slavers already...

"Are you the guy who saved me?" The answer to that question may be obvious but you still need to make sure, what if there's another redhead with muscles on this crew...although, it now explains why you only felt one arm around your waist rather than two.

"U-Uh, the name's Shanks and...I wouldn't say saved, the marines were trying to fire at us and you got caught up in the crossfire so it's kind of our fault that you--"

"Now you're just being modest, Captain. You didn't have to save her." Even you have to nod your head to Ben's remark, he didn't have to save you. Hell, he's a pirate so you sure as hell wouldn't have expected him to. 

"Yeah, yeah." Shanks murmurs as he leans in close to your face, the heat going straight to your cheeks when he looks you in the eyes, placing his warm hand on your forehead. "Are you hungry? We'll bring you some food. Whatever you want."

Why is he so kind to me? And close to my face? And why in fucks name is he so damn cute?! 

Perhaps almost drowning to death isn't such a bad thing after all...