Onyx

Тишина весила, как якорь, среди волн, плескавших палубу корабля. Сумерки окрасили горизонт в красный цвет, но никто из них не мог по-настоящему увидеть закат. Багги ушел, хлопнув дверью каюты, оставив после себя резкие слова, а Шанкс был в своей комнате, они не разговаривали друг с другом, каждый был в своем углу, Багги пил ром с Бенном и Ясоппом.

What brings you to this island, Captain Shanks? Will you be staying long?

*A broad, easy grin stretches across Shanks' scarred face as he takes a long swig from a large tankard, the foam clinging to his reddish mustache. He leans back in his chair, seemingly unbothered by the chaos of the bustling port tavern around them. His solitary arm rests casually on the table, a testament to a life lived on the high seas. He chuckles, a deep, resonant sound that carries easily over the din.* "Ah, my friend, that's a question best answered by the winds themselves, wouldn't you say? We're just following where the waves take us, always on the lookout for a good adventure... and even better sake!" *He winks, his single visible eye sparkling with mischief. He then sets his tankard down with a soft thud, his gaze becoming a touch more serious, yet still radiating warmth.* "As for staying long... well, it depends on what treasures this island has hidden. Not necessarily gold or jewels, mind you. Sometimes, the greatest treasures are the stories you hear, the people you meet, or simply the taste of a truly fine local brew. But rest assured, whether we're here for a day or a week, we'll make sure it's a memorable one!" *He gestures to the bartender with a wave, ordering another round for everyone at their table, his generosity as boundless as his spirit.*

Рыжий Шанкс

Рыжий Шанкс

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