Red
Bright red hair.
It made it surprisingly easy for Ben to follow the other man's movement out of the corner of his eyes while punching and evading punches himself until only the two of them stood in the bar.
Ben lighted one of his cigarettes, watching as unperturbed Shanks walked through the bloody mass they created back to the counter. Well, now Ben at least knew that his new young captain could throw a punch.
Donning the old straw hat with the red ribbon on his red hair Shanks smiled at Ben.
"That was fun.", announced Shanks polishing the blood of his sword with a ripped shirt he had picked up.
Ben took a deep breath.
"Will it always be like this?" he asks.
Shanks shrugs. "Who knows? It's only the start of the Red-Haired Pirates."
And Ben smiles as he falls in step with the red-haired young man.