[ONE PIECE] Shanks' Notes on How to Train Your Dragon

He looked up and down suspiciously at Shanks:

"Yesterday, you said that my human form is good-looking, so you didn't lie to me, did you?"

Shanks quickly shook his hand, "No, I'm telling the truth!"

An An breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a cheerful tone:

"That's fine. If you think my human figure looks good, then you should look at it more. Wearing clothes is uncomfortable and covers most of my body. It's completely unnecessary."

"Maybe..." An An narrowed her eyes dangerously, showing sharp canine teeth: "Maybe you lied to me before, and I hate liars the most."

Shanks: "..."

With a tricky angle and a genius for sophistry, there is absolutely no way to deal with her.

But he didn't give up. He found many beautiful skirts in the wooden box that floated in. It would look good if An An wore them.

Just as he was stroking his stubble and thinking about how to persuade An An to put on his clothes, a small crab suddenly appeared in the sight of the two of them.

An An seemed to be struck by lightning, her spine was tense, her hands and feet were stiff, her face was pale, her pupils shrank violently, and her face showed fear.

The little crab raised his head and stared at An An with wide eyes. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Both of them looked at each other motionlessly, until the little crab waved its pincers and pinched it. An An's face turned pale with fright.

"what--!!"

An An threw away the grilled fish like an electric shock, and hid behind Shanks in an instant, clung to his big tree like a koala, wrapped his slender arms around his neck, and screamed with her eyes closed :

"Ah——! It's a crab! Help——!"

An Anle's he could hardly breathe, blushed and patted her arm,

"An, An'an, you, cough, cough, let go first...let go!"

"Shanks, you drive it away! Drive it away!"

An An's body was tense, the shadow from her childhood frightened her into a cold sweat, and she didn't hear what Shanks said at all.

Shanks breathed heavily with his mouth open, the feeling of suffocation was uncomfortable.

In order not to let the matter develop into the result of being strangled to death, Shanks stood up abruptly, and a huge shadow was cast on the ground covering the little crab. Shanks even saw the little crab showing fear in a weird way.

The woman behind was still strangling his neck, Shanks could only silently say sorry in his heart, and then kicked the crying little crab back into the sea.

'Plop—'

There was a small splash of water on the sea.

"An, cough, cough! Ann, the crab is gone."

Hearing this, the violently trembling woman finally calmed down, but she was still hanging behind Shanks' back, poking her head out from his broad shoulders.

"Really, really?"

"real."

An An checked it carefully with her eyes wide open, and her hanging heart stabilized. She let out a long breath, and naturally put her face on Shanks' shoulder, panting lightly:

"Phew~ it's finally gone, it's great."

"You...are you afraid of crabs?"

Hearing this, An An became vigilant, frowned and said angrily:

"How is it possible! I can trample it to death with one foot, how could I be afraid of it."

How could that scare hang on to me?

Shanks wanted to ask like this, but he could feel the soft touch through the clothes, which made him addicted, and he suddenly couldn't bear to let An An jump off.

So Shanks said out of conscience: "Oh, so that's the case, I thought you were afraid of it."

Hearing this, perhaps a little guilty, An An's legs clamping his waist tightened a lot, and murmured in his ear:

"Of course, I just... just see that it looks uglier."

The wet touch on his neck was a little itchy, and he turned his head to see An An's erratic eyes and blushing cheeks.

It looks like she's lying.

Of course An An is lying, she is afraid of crabs for a reason.

When she was young, she was just a little black dragon the size of a lizard, humming songs on the beach, bouncing for a walk, when she saw a crab coming out of the sand, staring at An An with big eyes.

An An had never seen a crab before, so she got closer to observe carefully, and looked at each other almost face-to-face with the crab. Then the crab waved its pincers and clamped An An's nose.

Suddenly, deafening screams erupted from the silent island, and the uncle scrambled to An An's side, and saw An An crying loudly, with a flamboyant crab hanging from his nose.

Resisting the urge to laugh out loud, my uncle took the crab away and coaxed her in a low voice.

An An cried for a long time in her uncle's arms before falling asleep exhausted, otherwise she could cry all day.

Therefore, the crab is An An's childhood shadow!

Shanks could figure it out with his knees. An An must be afraid of crabs because of its pincers, and she has been caught and cried before, otherwise the reaction would not be so big...

and many more.

He seems to have thought of a brilliant idea.

"An'an, do you know why the crab caught you?"

An An was still clinging to Shanks' back, with her arms around his neck.

"why?"

The wet breath sprayed on Shanks' skin, causing him to shudder.He cleared his throat, suppressing the hot impulse in his heart,

"An'an, think like this. If you are wearing clothes, will the crabs not be able to catch you through the clothes?"

An An put her chin against his shoulder, pursed her lips and nodded thoughtfully.

"It seems...that's the truth."

With the winning ticket in his hands, Shanks took out the dress that he had prepared long ago and handed it to An An, with a happy expression on his face:

"Come on, get dressed, Ann."

"what……"

An An sighed reluctantly.

"If you don't wear it, I don't guarantee that there will be crabs crawling on the bed and pinching you when you sleep." Shanks threatened.

"Hmm..." An An pouted, her face full of displeasure, but when she thought of the scene Shanks said, she trembled in fear, and could only take the skirt in compromise.

"……All right."

Seeing that An An was not in a good mood, Shanks took the opportunity to rub her hair. The soft touch was addictive, but he quickly withdrew his hand, leaned slightly to look at An An, and said:

"An'an, put on your clothes obediently, and I will play other games with you."

An An's eyes lit up in a flash, and a flush of excitement climbed from her neck to her cheeks, but she lowered her head and cleared her throat, pretending not to care and saying:

"If you insist on playing, I'll be kind enough to play with you."

Shanks couldn't help but smile softly in his deep eyes:

"Then, thank you An An."

"You're welcome." An'an raised her chin proudly, "You are my little brother, and it's only right to pamper you once in a while."

Shanks smiled helplessly, but he didn't want to be Ann's younger brother.

He wants more than that.

An An is very slow about feelings, but it doesn't matter, he will convey his love to An An.

It is late at night.

Recently, Shanks always likes to dream, and what he dreams of is all the memories of the past.

The cool drizzle sprinkled on his slightly drunk face, dispelling some of the heat caused by the effect of alcohol. Holding the half-empty wine bottle in his right hand, he staggered towards the port, swaying back and forth , Almost fell to the ground several times.

The cold wind in the middle of the night is always bitingly cold, which made his chaotic brain awake for a moment. Shanks slowly raised his head, and a red dot in the darkness appeared in his sight along with the rising smoke.

—It was Beckman, who stayed behind to guard the ship.

"You came back alone, what about them?" Beckman asked.

Shanks said nothing, just shook his head with a smile.

Beckman understood immediately.

With banquets, fine wine and beauties, he can think of what those men who have been floating on the sea for more than a month can do without using their brains.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Beckman looked down at Shanks under the boat and asked:

"Why don't you go?"

Shanks sat on the ground, with his head down, hiding his expression in the shadow under the red hair, his deep eyes under the trembling eyelashes were extremely clear, and he didn't see the drunk state before.

The drizzle fell on his neck with the night wind, and slid down his collarbone into his clothes, feeling cool and itchy.

He remembered that his answer at the time was:

"Not interested in."

Beckman laughed: "If you're interested, it's not you."

"Is this how I look to you?" Shanks smiled helplessly.

"I don't know." Beckman paused, as if thinking of something, a smile appeared on his usual stern face, "If there is such a day, it will be quite funny."

Shanks wanted to ask why, but the image of the dream twisted and twisted like the smoke from Bekaman's mouth, rising slowly until it disappeared completely.

He woke up.

He slowly opened his eyes, and reached to the side with his big hand, it was empty.

Ann disappeared, and Shanks sat up with his upper body propped up.

It was still late at night, and the cave was dark, but for the well-informed, he easily avoided the 'garbage' picked up by An An.

A towering ancient tree stands in the middle of the oval-shaped lake. The dense branches and leaves cover the entire lake in an umbrella shape. The cold moonlight permeates through the green leaves and shoots beams of light onto the crystal-clear lake.

The calm surface of the lake was light blue, reflecting the moonlight shining brightly, everything seemed so peaceful at this moment, even the dust chasing in the beam of light became extremely noisy.

An An was bathing half of her body in the lake. The sacred and cold moon shrouded her fair skin, which was as fragile as translucent glass.

Her hair is extremely long, and the red hair soaking into the stretching lake water is like a flowing flame that is quietly burning.

She seemed to be enduring something, she lowered her head, hugged herself tightly, her whole body was trembling slightly, her shoulders that were as round as jewels showed a faint crimson color,