Shanks meets a runaway slave from Marie Geoise and teaches her how to live. “Why are you crying, Doll?” He asks. Shanks had turned to see tears trailing down your face, but you’d looked so content and relaxed that he couldn’t tell what was bothering you. He gently swipes the next set that wells up and drips down away, brows furrowed. “Happy tears. I’m… just so relieved,” you whisper and reach out, gripping his wrist and holding it tightly. Your voice is thick with so many emotions that you caouldn’t pick them out even if you're tired. You meet his gaze, lips trembling even as you smile, “Thank you, Shanks.”All Rights Reserved
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