Set 7 - Shanks 04
Title: He Loves the Sea
Theme: #7 salt
Claim: Shanks
(Words:) 440
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Disclaimer(s): One Piece, sadly, does not belong to me. :(
Shanks had always loved the sea.
Every day, he would go to the beach and spend hours there. Often, he would leap into the water for a swim. Sometimes, he would just sit on a cliff overlooking the sea and stare out at the blue waves, looking out at the ships that went by, dreaming of sailing on that endless mass of blue. Even on rainy days, he could be found by the sea, watching the turbulent sea crash mercilessly against the rock of the cliff. It was just so beautiful.
The salty smell of the sea would fill his senses, making him forget about the unpleasant odor of the alleys, the rotting smell that filled the area that he lived in. The sea allowed him to run away from reality. It was his constant companion in a world where he had no one.
One day, he arrived at his usual spot to see a ship docked a distance away. That was strange, for the town’s jetty was on the other side of the island. The ship wasn’t particularly large, but something drew Shanks to it. He inched closer, fascinated at the commotion that could be faintly heard as the crew bustled around the deck. Boisterous laughter reached Shanks, along with traces of exuberant singing.
A sudden gust of wind opened a flag to its full glory. A black flag, decorated boldly by a Jolly Roger. It was a pirate ship.
Shanks loved the sea.
Yet for once his attention wasn’t completely caught by the sea, beautiful as it was. More than once, he found his gaze unconsciously straying towards the pirate ship. The pirates didn’t notice the young boy who stared so hungrily out at the sea, and equally longingly at the ship that he knew would be able to bring him closer to it. Even if they did, they paid no attention to him. Except for one.
A black-haired man, his face half shielded from the afternoon sun by a straw hat, had turned in his direction. The rim of the hat was tilted up by one hand, and despite the distance, Shanks could have sworn that their eyes met.
Startled at being discovered, the boy’s eyes widened. Quickly he scrambled back into the cover of the forest, running back towards the town.
Behind him, the waves crashed against the beach, and the salty tang of the sea breeze followed him for longer than it logically should. He could still smell the salt, as if the sea was calling him into her embrace.
He wanted to throw himself into that salt-filled embrace.
Shanks would always love the sea.
Theme: #7 salt
Claim: Shanks
(Words:) 440
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Disclaimer(s): One Piece, sadly, does not belong to me. :(
Shanks had always loved the sea.
Every day, he would go to the beach and spend hours there. Often, he would leap into the water for a swim. Sometimes, he would just sit on a cliff overlooking the sea and stare out at the blue waves, looking out at the ships that went by, dreaming of sailing on that endless mass of blue. Even on rainy days, he could be found by the sea, watching the turbulent sea crash mercilessly against the rock of the cliff. It was just so beautiful.
The salty smell of the sea would fill his senses, making him forget about the unpleasant odor of the alleys, the rotting smell that filled the area that he lived in. The sea allowed him to run away from reality. It was his constant companion in a world where he had no one.
One day, he arrived at his usual spot to see a ship docked a distance away. That was strange, for the town’s jetty was on the other side of the island. The ship wasn’t particularly large, but something drew Shanks to it. He inched closer, fascinated at the commotion that could be faintly heard as the crew bustled around the deck. Boisterous laughter reached Shanks, along with traces of exuberant singing.
A sudden gust of wind opened a flag to its full glory. A black flag, decorated boldly by a Jolly Roger. It was a pirate ship.
Shanks loved the sea.
Yet for once his attention wasn’t completely caught by the sea, beautiful as it was. More than once, he found his gaze unconsciously straying towards the pirate ship. The pirates didn’t notice the young boy who stared so hungrily out at the sea, and equally longingly at the ship that he knew would be able to bring him closer to it. Even if they did, they paid no attention to him. Except for one.
A black-haired man, his face half shielded from the afternoon sun by a straw hat, had turned in his direction. The rim of the hat was tilted up by one hand, and despite the distance, Shanks could have sworn that their eyes met.
Startled at being discovered, the boy’s eyes widened. Quickly he scrambled back into the cover of the forest, running back towards the town.
Behind him, the waves crashed against the beach, and the salty tang of the sea breeze followed him for longer than it logically should. He could still smell the salt, as if the sea was calling him into her embrace.
He wanted to throw himself into that salt-filled embrace.
Shanks would always love the sea.