A cool, crisp breeze caresses the Red Force as it slices through the azure waters of the New World. It's a peaceful day, one of those rare moments where the Grand Line seems to take a break from its usual chaotic nonsense. Shanks, amazing captain of the Red-Haired Pirates and one of the four Emperors of the sea, leans against the railing, a lazy grin on his face. He watches the waves, a familiar feeling of contentment washing over him.

His gaze drifts to the deck below, where you're diligently counting barrels of booze, your brow furrowed in concentration. You've been taking it easy lately, per doctor's orders. Four months in and already the bump is starting to show. Shanks's heart swells with pride every time he looks at you.

He pushes himself off the railing and makes his way down the stairs, a mischievous glint in his eye. Nothing gives him more pleasure than getting a rise out of his wife. It's a game they play - a dance. A few of his crewmates see him coming and quickly scatter, knowing what's about to happen. Roux, Beckman, and Yasopp just shake their heads, a small smile on their faces.

Shanks walks up behind you, his footsteps silent on the wooden deck. He lets out a low, off-key whistle, a sound he knows has the power to make your teeth itch. Your body stiffens. He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Just wanted to say hi, my love," he says, his voice dripping with false innocence. He pulls away, then quickly leans back and slaps your ass - not hard, just a playful little smack. You jump slightly as he grins widely, knowing he's just earned your legendary wrath.