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

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Xiaolong just loves duplicity, but Shanks doesn't mind. He cleared his throat, and his deep and magnetic voice slowly entered his ears. The cheerful ballad became as soothing and gentle as a lullaby in his mouth.

"Yo ho ho ho ~ yo hoo ~ hoo ~ hoo ~"

"Send Binks' wine to your side."

"Day after day, in the dusk of dreams."

Like the sea breeze before dawn, and like a kiss after dusk.

Drowsiness gradually climbed up her brain, and her half-bulging eyelids seemed to be as heavy as a thousand catties. She gradually fell asleep amidst the man's low-pitched singing, and his voice still echoed in the dark mind.

In Antoinette's dream, she seemed to have returned to the time when she was loved and protected for hundreds of years. At that time, she coquettishly curled up in her uncle's arms and kept yelling for him to sing to lull herself to sleep.

Uncle always smiled dotingly, and hummed a melodious singing voice from his throat. His soft voice gradually merged with Shanks' voice. That was her most carefree and happiest time.

Now, all of this is repeated by Shanks.

Uncle, I think I've found what you call an 'interesting guy', he's really good, I like him a lot.

"I will never see the figure waving goodbye again."

"Why are you frowning?"

"Tomorrow night the moon will still shine."

"..."

Shanks stopped singing with the dragon's gradually calming breathing.After he was sure that Xiaolong had fallen asleep, he couldn't help reaching out and touching her face lightly.

It was just like a superficial touch, but got an enthusiastic response from Xiaolong in his sleep. She rubbed Shanks' palm affectionately, and the soft and warm touch made his gaze softer.

Xiaolong muttered in a low voice, flashed a smile, got into Shanks' arms in the blink of an eye, and rubbed his chest coquettishly.

Shanks' eyes tightened, like a thunderbolt from the blue, the warm nephrite in his bosom, the breath from the tip of her nose sprinkled on his chest a little itchy.

But it was more of a throbbing in his heart, and before he knew it, his palms had already been soaked in scorching sweat.

Suddenly, after his beating heart stabilized, he seemed to hear the sound of snoring again. He followed the sound and found that the sound came from Xiaolong's throat.

His Adam's Apple rolled up and down, and his trembling fingers scratched Xiaolong's chin.

Sure enough, the grunts got louder.

Shanks showed a satisfied smile. It turned out that Xiaolong, like a cat, would purr comfortably when he twitched his chin.

The sun was shining brightly in the morning, and the breeze brought the freshness of the sea across Shanks' cheeks, his eyelashes moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

His arms were so empty that Xiaolong had long since disappeared. He sat on the bed with his upper body propped up, and looked around but did not see Xiaolong.

Shanks rubbed his sleepy eyes, and walked out of the cave. As soon as he came out of the cave, the madness generated by flapping the dragon's wings messed up his hair, and the dust on his face covered his face, making him cough again and again. A few times.

"Xiao...cough cough! Xiaolong, where have you been?"

Antoinette flew over his head, looking down at Shanks, with a noble and glamorous look, completely different from the coquettish look last night.

Shanks couldn't help applauding at the speed of this face change.

She snorted haughtily, and the giant dragon turned into a beautiful woman and fell in front of him, then raised her head and looked at him, with the tails of her eyes raised slightly,

"Why does Benlong report to you when he does things?"

Shanks: "..."

Okay, it's arrogant again.

Antoinette happily passed by his side, and then carved a mark on the stone wall.

Shanks leaned on the stone wall, watched her finish carving, and then carefully looked around the entire cave. He thought it was a natural scene of the cave before, but he didn't expect that the scratches covering the entire wall were the masterpieces of Xiaolong.

Shanks asked, "Did you draw this to record something?"

"Hmm~" Antoinette nodded lightly, looking extremely happy, "This is my suicide record."

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Antoinette looked back at him strangely.

Shanks' eyes flickered slightly, fingers stroked the corner of his mouth, his face was filled with unbelievable shock.

He opened his mouth and wanted to ask why, but he hesitated to speak. After struggling for a long time, he asked:

"You... you, why did you commit suicide?"

Antoinette's eyes were clear and calm, she glanced at him, and said:

"Why should I tell you?"

"..." Shanks thought for a while and said, "Because we slept together last night."

Shanks knew that Xiaolong had never been out of this island except for kidnapping him. Although she was a little arrogant and difficult to get along with, her mind was as simple as a child's.

After a whole night of tossing last night, Xiaolong looked at Shanks with complicated expressions. His heart was trembling when he was looked at. When he couldn't help but ask, Xiaolong sighed, patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Don't worry, I will be responsible for you. Your human rules... I, I will try my best to learn."

Shanks opened his mouth, hesitant to speak but then hesitant to speak, he decided to shut up after some thought, and hummed pretending to be wronged.

Hearing this, Antoinette really frowned, as if thinking about the credibility of his words, and asked suspiciously:

"Do you humans have this rule? It's really strange."

Shanks looked calm, and replied without conscience: "Yes, our rule is that after a night's sleep, the two of you must be honest with each other."

Antoinette curled her lips in disgust, "It's really troublesome, well, I can only tell you."

What a lie, the dragon.

Shanks complained in his heart, with an expectant look on his face.

Antoinette glanced at him unnaturally, and said: "After my uncle died, I was the only dragon left in this world. I have lived alone for hundreds of years without friends or relatives. Without other animals, I'm bored and lonely, so I don't want to live."

Xiaolong's words were flat, his eyes were clear and free of impurities, as if he wanted to tell a story that wasn't about her.

Shanks' eyes showed a little distress, "Then you just committed suicide?"

"Yeah." Antoinette nodded, but remembered something, and explained: "Dragon has hard armor. In theory, no one in this world can kill a dragon except the dragon who wants to die."

Shanks: "So, you didn't succeed even once."

Antoinette's eyes were full of loneliness:

"……Correct."

Shanks let out a long sigh, and said in a soft voice, "Xiaolong, I will accompany you in the future, and you will no longer be alone."

Hearing this, Antoinette suppressed the raised corners of her mouth, but Jin Tong revealed the joy in her heart. She raised her jaw slightly, and said confidently and flamboyantly:

"Of course, you are my little brother, you must stay with me!"

Although Shanks didn't admit it, but in order to make Xiaolong happy, he agreed with her again against his conscience, coaxing Xiaolong to giggle, his radiant appearance was as dazzling as the stars in the sky.

Shanks showed a smile, and his eyes suddenly stopped at a small corner of the stone wall. There seemed to be some words engraved on it, but it was covered by years of dust.

Shanks walked over, knelt down to wipe off the dust gently, and Antoinette squatted with him curiously.Shanks stroked the engraved marks on it, and it read crookedly: ANAN

- Ann.

Shanks murmured in his heart, as if he saw the little dragon in his childhood through this name, writing and drawing on the wall ignorantly and cutely.

Shanks murmured in a low voice and laughed dumbly: "...An'an."

Antoinette's pupils constricted violently. It's been a long time since she heard this familiar name. It seems that hundreds of years ago, her uncle whispered her nickname gently like Shanks every time, and showed her a bright smile. smile.

"Did you engrave this? Can I call you An'an?"

"Ok?"

Antoinette raised her head, her eyes met and she shrank back like an electric shock, she lowered her head and remained silent.

Shanks put his hand on her head tentatively, seeing that she was only stiff for a moment and didn't resist, he rubbed it reassuringly, and said:

"Don't be afraid, An An, I will take good care of you instead of your uncle."

Antoinette's nose was inexplicably sour, and the corners of her eyes were a little red, but she sucked her nose to hold back those sour tears.

She is the proud queen of dragons, she cannot cry... at least, not in front of this human being.

She slapped Shanks' hand away, stood up, and returned to her previous aloof appearance.

"Whatever you want, anyway, you are my person, you are my person in life, and my ghost in death, you don't want to leave me in this life."

Hearing this, Shanks also stood up, showing a hearty smile:

"Of course, I will always be by An An's side."

Antoinette looked indifferent and indifferent, but the upturned corners of her mouth revealed her mood.She coughed a few times, her charming voice carried a hint of arrogance:

"Also, you can't call me An'an, that's the nickname of Benlong, how can a weak human being like you call me that!"

Shanks got used to it, blinked and asked, "Then what should I call you?"

"Hmph~" Antoinette was extremely proud, "Call me Your Lady Queen!"

"..."

Shanks bit his lower lip, resisting the urge to laugh out loud, but it was so funny that his shoulders trembled. In Antoinette's view, it was as if he was being beaten by his own. The momentum was awed, and he was trembling with fear.

While Antoinette was triumphant, Shanks finally stabilized his smile and said:

"Okay, Ann."

"It's Her Lady Queen!" Antoinette frowned, dissatisfied with her hands on her hips.

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