Shanks took in the appearance of the girl in front of him. She couldn't have been more than 9 or 10. She was a tiny slip of a girl, covered in bruises and scratches, an ungodly amount of dried blood caked onto her dark tan skin. She wore a ragged dress, gathered at the waist with a piece of fraying rope. Her hair was shorn to her scalp, but the pearly pink hue was still evident. She had striking brown eyes, with a fury burning in them strong enough to scare the devil. Most striking though, was not the girl's appearance, but what she had just done.
With her hard stare and a war cry declaring that she would not be caged again, more than half of Shanks' crew fell out, unconscious.
He didn't even think the little girl knew she was using conqueror's haki, or even what it was for that matter. She just knew that she had power.
With his one hand raised in surrender, he slowly crept towards the girl. She raised her fists when he crouched in front of her, but made no other move.
"Come with me, and you'll never see a cage again, darling."