"Here's to you, [F/n]!" Shanks slurs, raising his tankard in the air in celebration, his crew following his actions. Each and every member sending you a cheesy grin.

"To [F/n]!" They all cheer, bringing their sake to their lips. You had decided to have a drink with the party animals but not to celebrate. You're glad to rid of the insults and the hate, of course. But you rather not gloat about it. As far as you're concerned, you're just here for a drink with fun people. 

Bringing your tankard to your lips, you begin to chug down the sake in a rather unladylike manner. However, after the three months you've had, you're entitled to drink heavily for at least one night.

"He still likes you, ya know?" Shanks murmurs from beside you, the crew all too busy speaking amongst themselves to hear him. You turn toward the redhead with an eyebrow quirked and a mouth full of sake, trying to swallow as quickly as possible so you could correct him. "Call me crazy if you like, but everyone could see it, even the drunkest members of my crew! His poker face needs work!" Shanks chuckles, your sake had gotten stuck in your throat at the comment, making you choke. 

Everyone could see it?! HIS CREW?! No, he's drunk, he's babbling. Iceburg doesn't love me anymore. I would be an idiot to believe that!

You're so wrapped up in your thoughts and choking, you barely felt Shanks' arm drape itself around your stomach and harshly squeeze. A loud and final cough erupting from your throat and causing your eyes to water as the dribble of sake that was previously lodged in your throat comes flying from your mouth and into Yasopp's face. The crew cheering at their Captain's success in saving you from choking. Bunch of drunken goons. 

Even Yasopp was cheering and he just got spit-invested sake sprayed at him! "Another round! This one to celebrate our Captain being a savoir to a gorgeous woman~!" The sharpshooter cheered happily, his speech slurred. A laugh leaves your lips at his compliment while the others raise their drinks in the air. 

However, when a group of cheers from another table catches your ear, you turn to see what they were celebrating. Of course, your sights set upon Iceburg and it all makes sense. The people love their mayor in this city. The purple-haired male makes his way into the bar with a polite smile on his face, holding a handful of paperwork. Although, once his eyes find yours, his cheerful expression falls into more of a frown. 

You had forgotten that he told you to distance yourself from these pirates. The pirates you are now drinking with...oops. But he has no right to tell you what to do anyway, your safety is no longer of his concern!

"Hey, Iceburg! Fancy a drink with us?!" Shanks blurts excitedly, his arm still loosely wrapped around your stomach. Iceburg eyes sending daggers at the redhead as he sets down the paperwork on the table where Shanks' crew sat.

"I actually only need you to sign these papers then you're free to take your ship and leave." Your ex-lover murmurs in a monotonous voice, his eyes trailing down to Shanks' arm before shifting back up to the redhead's face. "Sooner rather than later, I'm afraid there's more ship repairs to do so we need our room."

"Oh, really? That's a shame, we were planning to stay another night~" Shanks smirks, his arm releasing your waist and running up to your shoulder. "Looks like you'll be joining our crew earlier than I thought."

What?

"What?!" Iceburg rasps, his teeth clenching as his eyes shift rapidly from Shanks to you, awaiting an immediate explanation. Although, due to your own surprise, you couldn't even offer one and Shanks clearly felt no need to explain himself. "When did you decide this? They're pirates! You won't survive five minutes with them!" you didn't miss the glare in Iceburg's eyes, how could you? If you looked closely enough, surely you could see flames where his pupils should be.

"She'll be fine, we'll look after her real good." Shanks coos, earning whistles from the crew. Many of the men obviously taking that as some sort of innuendo. You could blatantly see Iceburg's eyebrow twitch at the comment as he turns on his heel and makes his way to the door. A chuckle leaving Shanks' lips as you scramble your brain for words.

What is he talking about? Joining his crew? I'm no pirate!

"What are you still doing here, [F/n]?" Shanks questions simply, drawing a single 'Huh?' from your lips before he nudges you toward the door. "Go after him. You can thank me later~"  

THANK YOU?! FOR WHAT, STUPID MAN?! NOW ICEBURG THINKS I'M SOME PIRATE CAPTAIN'S HARLOT!

As much as you would like to stick around and tear Shanks a new asshole for, once again, dirtying your recently cleared name, you decide against it. Of course, you'll deal with red-hair later. You rush out of the bar as quickly as you can, once stepping outside, you hastily scan your surroundings but the street looks completely empty of any people. Great.

"Iceburg?!" You call out, receiving no answer. Imagining that he probably went home, you begin sprinting down the street leading up to his mansion. You swear you had never ran so fast in your life, you could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you ran, your face burning up and your breathing getting heavy but your legs seem to have found a mind of their own, they didn't light up not until they were at the doors of Iceburg's mansion. 

You eagerly begin to pound on the door as you struggle to catch your breath but no one answers. Of course, he's in a bad mood now. With an impatient sigh, you pound on the door harder and for longer, almost decking the face that answered. Luckily for them, your instincts had you pull your hand away just in time. Your body folding over and your hands resting on your thighs as you struggle to speak, your breathing still ragged.

"WHAT?! GIVE A GUY A CHANCE TO ANSWER, THIS HOUSE IS HU--Oh, it's you." A quiet groan escapes your throat as your eyes set on Paulie. "What do you want, girlie? The boss isn't here, he's gone to speak to those pirate friends of y--STOP WEARING TRASHY CLOTHES!" The blonde blurts, his finger accusingly pointed at the small amount of cleavage you had showing due to being bent over. You could only manage to rasp a single insult since you still didn't have enough breath to say much else. Taking a deep inhale, you try to get to the point without using too much words.

"W-Where...Iceburg? N-Not...in bar." You pant out, Paulie staring at you in bewilderment as you straighten yourself up, gripping onto his denim jacket. "Tell me where he went!" You bark, the man looking as lost as a puppy.

"He went to the bar to speak to your pirate friends about the ship repairs, that's all I know!" Paulie grunts, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance as a quiet sigh leaves his lips. "If he's not there, he might have gone to the shipyard. Now will you get lost? I'm trying to find his damn mouse! Stupid thing ran away from me when I tried to feed it!"Oh, I wonder why.

Without another thought you rush off back the way you came from, making your way to the shipyard instead. You ran as fast as your tired legs could, your sides beginning to burn from the exercise. 

Shanks owes me big for putting me through this shit!