"…What's he doing now?" Ann sighs softly exhaustion etched into said single sigh at the sprawled out mess of a man on deck acting like he's a regency era debutant on a fainting chair, bemoaning the loss of something…

"Mourning….apparently." Benn furrows his brow hand on his hip eyeing the over dramatic drama queen.

"Mourning what?" Ann arches a brow befuddled, what had they lost? Was someone hurt? Did they lose a crew member? Alarmed, Ann anxiously looks around her heart dropping however…

"Cheer up buddy, we'll get you new pants." Benn pats his captain's shoulder as Ann simply stares. She had recalled playing a bit with poker night but by the end of it had went to bed early that night…

"He's mourning…his pants?" Perplexed, Ann arches a brow, she knew her brother of sorts could be strange but this…this was something else.

"It won't be the same, nothing in the world can cheer me up!" Shanks says sobbing dramatically in his hand as Ann's brow twitches tiredly at the mess of a man.

"Ann deal with this." Tiredly, Benn passes by Ann slapping his hand on her shoulders.

"Why do I have to?" Tense, Ann argues annoyed agitated almost at the thought of dealing with the redhead.

"You've known him longer." Benn states the fact firmly frustrating the annoyed Ann.

"Not by choice!" Cross, Ann hollers huffing as she is soon left to deal with the dramatic captain before her.

"…" Silently, she approaches Shanks, hands on her hips simply staring down at the dramatic mess that was Shanks.

"Urgh…what is wrong with you?" Finally, Ann breaks the still silence between the rather done drained looking Ann and the moping mess that was Shanks.

"I lost my trousers." Sadly, Shanks bows his head anguished at the news.

"Be lucky it was just your trousers." Tiredly, Ann huffs placing her hand on the straw hat perched upon his head.

"But they were my favourite!" Frowning, Shanks whines childishly looking up at Ann, his arms around her legs bringing her close.

"Why do you even have a favourite pair?" Perplexed, Ann asks lost as Ann looks towards Bonk Punch, gesturing for Bonk with her head however he doesn't seem to catch on fortunately for them Monkey does catches on pointing to the crate by his side. Silently, he holds up the crate placing it down next to her as she nods her head back thankful to the two taking a seat.

"They were lucky." Shanks sighs nuzzling into the side of her legs.

"Clearly they weren't as lucky as you once though…" Tiredly, Ann points out rubbing his back as he nuzzles into her lap, his head on her lap.

"You don't know that!" Whining, he huffs looking up at her.

"I think this implies it." Sighing, she states the fact firmly.

"Urgh…" Shanks whines nuzzling into her stomach sadly.

"Look think of it like this you could have lost a lot worse." Ann sighs softly, gently flicking the rim of a familiar straw hat, his hues widening when hearing her words, a still silence of heaviness hanging over the two of them.

"Yeah…you're right." Seriously, Shanks whispers, a grim grave look on his furrowed features, his grip tightening around the rim of said straw hat bowing it, shielding his furrowed features from the tense thought alone…

"You're really letting him have this?" Tiredly, Benn arches a brow at Ann, his hand on his hip watching on from afar, a lone cigarette between his lips, smoke spewing out from said sliver of a line.

"A man lost his favourite pair of pants have some respect, even if they were the ugliest pants in existence." Ann turns to stare seriously at Benn before patting the redhead's back being blut about it.

"Hey!" Shanks scowls looking up irritated at the unapologetic Ann.

"You know they were." Ann states the fact firmly, he had to have.

"No I didn't!" Shanks sobs pained like a child crying over a stolen lollipop or something…

"Well now you know. The more you know and all that." Tiredly, Ann sighs shaking his head at the mess below.

"I'm glad I never have to see them again." Bluntly, Benn admits exhaustion etched into his tired tone.

"I am, they made my ass look great!" Sobbing, Shanks whines.

"Sweetie there's no ass in the first place to make it look great." Gently, Ann takes Shanks head in her hands telling him how it is as something seemingly breaks in Shank's heart from her words.

"How dare you!" Shanks gasps glaring playfully up at Ann.

"Shanks, there will always be another favourite pair of pants. Remember you only got those pants a month ago, and you had a favourite before that." Tiredly, Ann reminds Shanks sighing at the memory of him showboating said pants strutting about the ship showing said trousers off as if he were a model on a fashion show none of the crew having a clue what to do so of course they turned to Benn who then turned to Ann hopeful for some explanation for Shank's actions as she was the longest one to know Shanks, if Benn couldn't figure out Shank's point of logic they would turn to her hopeful for guidance or for some semblance of reasoning for Shank's actions or well decisions. Decisions, Ann honestly couldn't answer everything for.

"I know that, but this loss stings bitterly, who takes a man's pants?!" Perturbed, Shanks demands.

"Who offers their pants in a game of poker?" Ann argues.

"…" Silently, Shanks mopes feeling the sharp sting of an arrowhead imaginarily impale his back by her words.

"Besides you were aware of the chance that it might be lost, you were just in denial of that fact." Frankly, Ann adds as another arrow imaginarily impales his back, Ann unaware of it but the crew could see it as plain as day as Ann could be as blunt as a brick at times if not blunter than Benn at times at that.

"Stop picking on me and let me mourn my loss!" Shanks groans loudly, trailing off into a whine.

"…nurse your bruised pride while you're at it, preferably in silence." Scowling, Benn mutters under his breath brow furrowed while Shanks simply silently glares at Benn over his shoulder, and huddles closer to Ann who simply sighs attempting to deal with both boys…

"Wait, boobs make milk?" Mystifed, Shanks suddenly blurts out as Ann does a double take from his words as the crew sit around the table, trying to enjoy their drinks until Shank's sudden exclamation genuinely taken aback at the news. He was kidding right? He had to be joking, he had to be…baffled, Ann furrows her brow eyeing her captain clearly confused as Ann turns to Yassop by her side seeing him spit out his pint from his words. Wordlessly, the two share a look not quite sure what to say to their boss's words.

"…what did you think they were for?" Frowning, Ann eyes Shanks, brow furrowing eyeing the faint feverish tint to his cheeks, had he drunk a little too much again? Was the booze killing his brain cells or something? Stunned, Ann couldn't help but stare at the man supposedly leading their crew asking something so…

"I don't know, they're fun to play with that's all I care about." Shanks admits as Ann blinks baffled before turning towards Hongou however he doesn't even look at her unable to as he holds his head in his hands ashamed at the man leading them.

"What! I've never spent more than a week with a woman, how am I supposed to know this stuff." Shanks tries to defend himself as the crew nods their head in agreement.

"Y'all are special." Yassop states the fact firmly.

"You lot really are." Ann mutters mortified shaking her head in agreement with Yassop as the group continue enjoying their drinks to the fullest…

Quietly, Ann lies flat on the gritty grains of the sandy shore below, Shanks sits by her side as she hears the rest of the cheering crew behind her dancing around the fierce flames of the campfire as another party plays out in the red haired pirates.

"I hate myself…" Aloofly, Ann whispers weakly, watching the starry sky above as she states the fact firmly to the redhead having stayed glued by her side, no doubt having picked up on the depressed drunk's glazed look and quiet demeanour.

"I know you hate yourself, but I think you're perfect." Softly, Shanks places his hand on her hair tousling her blondish roots.

"Say that to the marines muttering about how my father should be hanged how I should hang, how he's nothing more than scum of earth, that he's a murder and any of spring of his should be killed…even the people I thought were my friends would say the same things, even the person I trusted most I actually began to genuinely like said it too." Slurring said woman whimpers weakly, curling in on herself.

"…Ann." Shanks slides his hand towards her hand.

"I just…what's the point in shit when you're just going to get hurt? People have dreams but me? My dream is unattainable." Sadly, she smiles taking his hand in hers.

"…what is your dream?" Shanks squeezes her hand, her head now lying on his leg crossed upon the sandy shore of the beach.

"A home…I just want a home." Softly, she whispers, his hues widening when hearing her words.

"Hey you have us you have your nakama." Shanks smiles softly down at her.

"Thank you for putting up with my shit." Softly, she whispers weakly, the tears freely falling from her.

"Hey it's okay, it's…" Shanks begins but…

"But it's not…I'm the child of the pirate king, the demon king…the pirate king. Sometimes I think the world would be better off if I didn't exist you know…" Ann slurs softly.

"You don't mean that." Tense, Shanks scowls down at her.

"But I do I mean…if I didn't exist everything would be better, everyone would be happier everyone would be…" Bemused, she smiles softly chuckling.

"Sad. Everyone would be sad." Seriously, Shanks tells her.

"If I pee, will I not be drunk anymore?" Ann asks astonishing Shanks by the sudden heavy topic changing.

"No, you won't." Shanks states the fact firmly.

"So I'll stay drunk?" Ann looks up at him.

"Yeah." Shanks confirms calmly.

"Forever?" Frowning, Ann asks.

"No, not forever." Firmly, Shanks responds still lost to where this was going when…

"Why can't I be drunk forever? I want to be like this forever and always, I feel infinite like no one can hurt me." Merrily, Ann smiles sadly.

"No one can." Shanks promises.

"But they can they always do, the person I thought would be different hurt me, the person I thought I could trust hurt me, my own father hurt me." The tears freely fall from the sobbing wreck that was Ann think

"Ann…" Shank's hues soften slightly.

"Why did he have to die Shanks? Why did he have to leave me alone? Why did she have to leave me? Why did I have to leave him!? Why do I just hurt people…?" Pained, Ann asks anguished at it all at the thought of them all…

"You don't…" Shanks says softly sadly.

"But I do…that girl I saved I don't even know if she's safe or not, if she's happy if she's well fed looking after her as long as I did I could see how horribly the people in her life treated her and I just…I wondered if I did just the same…" Solemnly, she bows her head.

"You tried your best." Shanks says to her.

"But I threw her aside." Ashamed, Ann argues anguished at the thought of the crying child clinging to her, to Olivia's promise…

"You gave her to people you thought could give her normalcy and you did." Shanks reminds Ann.

"I want normalcy too you know. I just…I'd like to settle down too, I'd like not to look behind my back for my father's deeds I'd like…I'd like to settle maybe find someone who won't hurt me who would see me not as Roger's kid but for me someone who I could have a life with maybe marry but that…that's not a life I could ever have… It's something not allowed for scum like me…" Miserably, Ann bows her head, furrowing her brow pained by it all, curling further into herself.

"Ann…" Shanks sighs softly sadly at Ann.

"Did you know Shanks…the ocean is a soup." Ann blurts out taking Ann aback.

"…what?" Shanks says shocked.

"The ocean is a soup…" Ann stares stunned up at the starry sky.

"I don't follow." Frowning, Shanks exclaims.

"What do you need for soup?" Ann asks Shanks.

"Salt, water, some vegetables, and some meat, some spices, some broth… Oh my god the ocean is a soup… I hate you." Shanks begins to list off only to falter furrowing his brow by her words.

"Don't worry I hate myself too." Ann assures Shanks smiling.

"Nooo don't hate yourself." Shanks whines.

"I'mma do it." Ann plops her head down on his lap.

"Don't do it." Shanks furrows his brow at her.

"Doing it anyway." Ann raises her pint before falling into the dark depths of her sleep oblivious to the sighing Shanks picking her up, taking her back on board…

"Hey Yassop what 'cha doing?" Ann asks as she approaches the sniper.

"Nothing much. Why? Turn you on?" Yasopp smirks smugly at the frowning Ann.

"…Aren't you married?" Alarmed, Ann arches a brow.

"Huh. What if I was sweeping a chimney?" Cheekily, Yassop smirks smugly.

"Joey, did you use my face cream?" Tiredly, Ann asks the sniper scowling having no time for him.

"Nope." Yasopp answers.

"Right then." Ann turns to leave to head back into her room when…

"Where are you going? The vicar won't be home for hours." Haughtily, Yasopp smirks slightly as Ann seemingly stops in her steps freezing from his words alone as something seemingly snaps.

"Yassop… where did you learn that word?" Icily, Ann hisses harshly at the smirking Yassop.

"Where do you think…Bell?" Bemused, he winks while alarmed Ann glares down at him.

"You found my book?!" Growling, she snatches said sniper by his cloak crossly glaring down at the smugly smirking Yasopp.

"Maaaybe." Mischievously, he winks.

"The hell Yasopp!? What-what are you doing going into my bedroom?!" Alarmed, Ann agitatedly demands from the ass.

"Okay, look I'm sorry, I was drunk, I thought it was my room so I went in there to took a nap and I know I shouldn't have, but you got porn!" Playfully, he chuckles cackling at the angry Ann.

"Hey-hey, y'know what? I don't care! I'm not ashamed of my book. There's nothing with a woman enjoying a little…erotica. It's just a healthy expression of female sexuality, which by the way, you will never understand besides you lot bring broad after broad on board why can't I have a little something!?" Scowling, she snaps at him.

"I'm just surprised…it was quite the saucy book a vampire falling for a vampire slayer…sound familiar?" Yasopp winks while Ann growls glares down at the ass, her crimson cheeks burning brightly at the ass's words.

"Screw you!" Angrily, Ann yells at the snickering sniper.

"I'd rather not though I'm sure a certain cyclist would…" Hollering, Yasopp remarks grunting from the bulky book being thrown at him hitting his head making him chuckle coyly catching the book before heading off leaving the fuming flustered mess to deal with this newest development…

Firmly focused on the task at hand, Hongo looks over the medical supplies in his office attempting to keep track of the medicine in stock mainly the hangover remedies however as he tries to do so, he soon leaps out of his seat from the door suddenly being kicked open.

"The hell Ann!?" Agitated, Hongo scowls at the smirking girl hand on his chest glaring at the smirking imp.

"You're going to help me fuck with them." Teasingly, Ann amused smirks smugly at the startled Hongo.

"Fuck with whom?" Hongo's hues narrow noting the glint gleaming in Ann's heated hue knowing that look anywhere…

"The crew, Yassop is already in." Ann smirks smugly approaching Hongo's desk her hands firmly flat planted on the desk dubiously smirking at the intrigued doctor.

"This … This isn't going to end well is it?" Hongo sighs softly exhaustion etched into said single sigh knowing if he said no they'd do it anyway…

"…only for them. Come on aren't you tired of being the hangover remedy guy? What's wrong with a little fun anywhere?" Amused, Ann argues attempting to make her case coyly cheekily smiling softly at Hongou, no words needing to be said from the single nod of confirmation.

"I knew I could rely on you Hongo!" Happily, Ann hugs him before telling him the plan…

Quietly, the red haired pirates wander through the dense forest of the island in a world of their own almost as they search for supplies for today's hangover meal…

"I don't know what this plant is, but I think we can eat it." Benn voices out eyeing the berries before him.

"Yeah no." Ann swiftly shuts it down.

"No?" Benn raises a brow at Ann.

"It's deadly nightshade." Ann answers.

"How do you know?" Hongo raises a brow at Ann.

"The song, you know…" Ann assumes as she shrugs.

"The song?" Hongo raises a brow befuddled sharing a lost look with Benn.

"'I have deadly nightshade, so twisted does it grow, with berries black as midnight and a skull as white as snow. Beware all men who come here and have a glass of tea, if you touch us without asking you'll be buried neith our tree.'" Tiredly, Ann sighs softly singing it to the two.

"…good to know." Hongo nods his head sharing a lost look with Benn baffled by this sudden knowledge of hers.

"What about this?" Benn queries pointing towards another bush of sorts.

"That's sleepless mushroom." Ann answers.

"Sounds useful." Shanks smiles reaching out to the mushroom but…

"If you want to never sleep again sure and also go crazy with your emotions then sure." Ann answers.

"Good to know." Shanks reels his hand back by said mushroom as the crew return to the ship.

"Hey Ann." Yasopp warmly welcomes the agitated Ann back onto the ship.

"Joey." Ann's hues narrow as Shanks sits down, Benn going to hand what they had collected to Roux.

"Hey Ann, do you smell smoke?" Smirking, Yasopp queries innocently.

"Uh-huh, I get it, smoke, chimney, chimney sweep, very funny, ha-ha." Huffing, Ann crosses her arms over her chest cross.

"No-no-no, I'm serious. You don't smell it? Something's on fire." Yasopp insists.

"Well no, I don't smell anything." Ann furrows her brow.

"Oh, y'know what? It's probably just your burnin' loins." Yasopp smirks smugly at Ann.

"Hey, what are you guys, what are you guys talking about?" Shanks smiles joining the two.

"Nothing!" Anxiously, Ann snaps sharply.

"Damn, this coffee's cold! Hey Ann, do you mind if I heat this up on your loins?" Shanks smirks smugly at the horrified Ann as both he and Yasopp both laugh.

"You told him!?" Angry, Ann scowls.

"He didn't have to tell me anything!" Amused, Shanks cackles cheerily.

"Is that right?" Ann's hues narrow.

"Aw come on even as a kid I remember the love stories you would hide from Buggy and me." Merrily, Shanks smirks smugly at the agitated Ann.

"Shanks…!" Snarling, Ann glares glowers at Shanks.

"Aw there's no need to be mad Zelda." Yasopp joins in amused.

"That's it!" Incensed, Ann snaps sharply scowling.

"Ah Ann I'm sorry all right, I'm sorry. Ann I—Ann I'm sorry. We both are right Yassop?" Shanks smirks at Ann.

"Sure." Yasopp shrugs smirking smugly at Ann.

"See we're sorry! Maybe we can make up for it by, taking you roughly in the barn." Bemused, Shanks smirks smugly at Ann as something seemingly snaps.

"All right! Y'know what? That's it! You wanna do it?! Let's do it!" Ann stretches her arms out challenging Shanks smirking smugly at the scared Shanks.

"Huh?" Shanks and Yasopp blurt out.

"That's right, I wanna do it with you two! I've been trying to fight it, but you two just said all the right things." Teasingly, Ann smirks smugly sauntering over.

"W-W-We-We did?" Shanks screeches shocked eyeing the equally as alarmed Yasopp.

"H-Hey I-I'm already taken!" Tense, Yasopp leaps up.

"O-Oi Yassop!" Shanks calls out to the traitor tense.

"Yeah! Ohh, I've been waitin' so long to get on that body!" Ann struts forward towards Shanks.

"This body?" Scared, Shanks backs away anxious.

"That's riiiight." Ann draws out, smirking sadistically stepping forward as shaking, Shanks steps back.

"N-Now hold o-Argh!" Scared, Shanks flees frightened noting the glint gleaming in her hues before rushing to his room, swiftly slamming the door shut behind him.

"What was that about?" Befuddled, Benn queries.

"Nothing." Assertively, Ann snaps sharply surprising Benn brow raised but before he could ask, Ann storms back into her room done with it all, waiting for her revenge to be enacted…

Casually, Ann leans against the railing of the Red Force looking over at her pistol as Shanks sits near her his hues glued to the strange patch of skin upon her cheek looking paler than the rest of her skin tone.

"Ann are you alright?" Shanks asks brow furrowed concern clear in his tone towards his left hand and practical sister silently tending to her flintlock.

"Yeah why?" Ann arches a brow by Shank's concern.

"I don't think so…" Shanks stands brow furrowing concern clear in his tone towards her.

"Shanks…" Sighing, Ann furrows her brow at the redhead feigning exasperation not needing the fuss.

"Hongo! Come here, I need you to take a look at Ann!" Alarmed, Shanks hollers calling out to Hongo having arrived on said scene.

"Shanks there really is no need…" Ann feigns dismissing it but…

"There's something wrong with her skin!" Shanks stands by Hongo's side pointing at Ann as a fair few of the crew come over, equally as concerned and curious.

Hongo crouches down, his hues meeting Ann's own as he kneels down, looking over at Ann, a silent communication occurring between both of them as Hongou soon stands.

"You menstruated last week I presume?" Hongo assumes as he places his hand on his hip.

"Yeah." Ann answers as she nods her head confirming it.

"Ah that explains it." Hongo nods his head in understanding.

"Explains what?!" Scared, Shanks demands panic pouring out of his tense tone.

"It's perfectly normal for women to shed the outermost layer of their epidermis after they menstruate, if I may…" Politely, Hongo explains to his captain before crouching down once more turning to look at Ann looking back at him, asking for consent which Ann happily allows.

"You may." Mischievously, Ann allows holding in the shy smirk looking stoic as Hongo leans in, peeling what actually is a layer of white glue off Ann's cheek confusing so many except a certain trio of red haired pirates.

"Oh my god I'm gonna…!" Shank's skin suddenly turns green as he slams his hand over his mouth mortified before rushing over to the edge of the ship spewing his insides out.

"It's normal, why are you being so childish about it? Why else do you think our skin always so soft?" Snickering, Ann attempts to compose herself, smirking smugly at the heaving redhead spilling his insides out towards the washing waves of the sea.

"No it's great it's…" Shakily, Shanks tries to talk turning his head back over to his equally as perturbed crew and Ann however the imaginary chunks come gushing out as he returns back to dry heaving over the railing.

"…beautiful and natural." Shanks struggles to let out, continuing to dry heaves as Ann shares a look with Hongo and Yasopp, Yasopp having a hand over his mouth muffling said snickers with Hongo remaining calm composed as the rest of the crew stare shocked, stunned trying to hold in their own vomit Ann assumes.

"It is starting to bother me though…" Ann admits as she peels the rest of the glue off your face.

"Ah that's much better…" Ann smiles hand on her hip, the other holding the limp loose so-called skin of glue pinched between her fingertips flabbergasting frighting the rest of the crew trying to act tough despite it all…

"Is this really why women's skin is so soft?" Befuddled, Benn ponders perplexed.

"Yeah here, feel." Smirking, Ann amused grabs his hand and puts it on her cheek where there is a flap of glue still attached as Benn quickly yanks his hand away and joins shanks at the railing, drying heaving his insides out oblivious to the chuckling crew behind them…


*Surprise, surprise Ann joined Shanks after all guess you could say she's the Jinbei of the crew, still what did you think of that timeskip? Of her in Shanks crew and her dynamics with them? Of her dynamic with Shank? Would love to know your thoughts down below about her dream and such!