Dragon's claw (Shanks X Reader)

15- checking up

My apologies that this one is kinda late... it was also kinda rushed so... it might be shitty

The ship rocked back and forth on the crystal, blue sea as the heavy waves sloshed against the wooden sides, of the boat. Shanks glared, his huge, child-like grin was gone and replaced with a scowl, his outlook on the world had changed from his usual upbeat and cheerful persona to a seething mad, unforgiving aura.

He hadn't forgiving himself, he saw it as his fault for your capture. It had drove him crazy, all happiness had left him, he no longer smiled he no longer laughed, if at all possible he drank even more than before. It didn't help. Nothing he tried helped. All of his alternative options had been cancelled out, by his thoughts, by his guilt. By the realization that his greatest fear had now become reality, not only did he let you down, in his eyes he was responsible for everything that has and has yet to happen to you.

His hand firmly grasped the railing on the ledge of the boat. His eyes were dark and lifeless, they were sunk into his face, he lacked sleep and his features didn't hide that fact. He stared off into the horizon as his worried crew mates passed by him. They worried for him and they worried for you, you had left such an impression on everyone. It wasn't the same without you, everyone missed you.

"Damn it!!" Benn yelled earning everyone else's attention except for Shanks, "I Can't take this anymore, Shanks!" He yelled as he put a hand on shanks' shoulder and turned shanks to face him. Shanks had a killer look and a glare that would send even the toughest running back to their mommy's. "Excuse Me?!?" Shanks asked clearly pissed, shanks tore away from his comrade's grip and poked him aggressively in the stomach. "You? You can't take this anymore?! You can't take what anymore? We lost (y/n) those psychotic assholes could have killed her already for what I did!"

At this point he had tears in his eyes, in an attempt to be strong in front of his crew he cleared his throat and turned back around. He wiped the small tears put of his glossy eyes, his face was flustered and red, almost to the point of matching his hair. He was so mad... and sad, guilty feeling as well. He had a pit in his stomach that he couldn't shake, he felt as if you, yourself blamed him, in his eyes you had every right.

But for you, however it was a whole different story, for the short time you had been forced back into your old life. You had never once blamed shanks nor the crew, you blamed no-one but the bounty hunter and your master, of course.

You would await the day shanks would come save you, you fully believed with all of your heart he would, however now it seemed less evident.

Shanks took a sear running a hand through his long, red locks and letting out a deep, distressing sigh. He picked up a tankard of sake and started gulping it down, little streams of the liquid escaping through the crevices of his mouth and ran down to his chin where they dripped off and fell to the ground, some falling on his pants. However wherever the drop of sake ended up, it stopped and died as the heat of the sun quickly evaporated the liquid. It brought along a depressing truth, like the small rivers of sake, every one gets stuck and eventually we'll all get stuck once in our lives and we'll be 'evaporated' from the pain.

Shanks wiped the sake from his face, he looked down at his calloused hand, how he longed for you. For your touch. For your presence. For your aura, no matter what kind of funk he'd be in you always succeeded in making him smile or laugh. He just wasn't himself without you.

All thoughts And any lingering sanity were almost completely washed away, as his vision blurred and his legs grew weaker. His eyes rolled back into his head as he fell forward, slapping the floor with his face. He had pushed himself to the breaking point, he hadn't slept, he hadn't ate, all he did was drink and space out. His tankard making more of a thud than he did earned the attention of the crew members who were on the deck of the boat as well.

His crew walked over to him to assess the problem, when they realized what had happened they struggled to pick him up and continued to carry him into his quaters. They laid him in the bed and placed a wet cloth, which they told Benn to fetch and left him alone in his room to rest and heal.

The conversation that followed was one of fear for their captain's wellbeing and of your safety. The took it amongst them selves to find out about your captor and current location as well as your masters status. When your one of the most feared groups of pirates alive, you can call in favors like that.

Meanwhile in your hell of a nightmare, your trying to stop your back from bleeding with your hands handcuffed in front of you and chained to the wall. You back had cut and scars all down it, blood oozed from the open cuts, you winced as the crisp, cold air invaded your wounds, sending sharp pains through your back.

A hideous brust of laughter erupted out of the short man's throat as you cried and winced at the pain.

He was sick!

A despicable human being, but you couldn't care. After all you did witness him kill the other girl, your mind was no longer yours. A tear rolled down your face as your whines stopped and you silenced, "Awe~ aren't you being a good little vixen~?"

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