I am back, sorry for the huge delay would try to update more often. You would notice my writing style changed in this chapter if you like or hate the new style please tell me in review. Without any wait lets start the chapter. One piece does not belong to me
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The crimson sun dipped below the horizon, its fading rays casting long shadows across the remote village of Foosha. The Red Hair Pirates' galleon, the Straw Hat, cut through the waves with ease, its sails billowing in the gentle sea breeze. On the deck, Uta, a 9-year-old girl with bright blue eyes and bouncy brown curls, stood at the rail, her gaze fixed on the approaching shoreline.
Beside her stood the legendary Shanks, his fiery red mane and chiseled jawline giving him an imposing presence. His piercing blue eyes, usually alight with mirth, now narrowed with unease as he scanned the coastline. The salty sea air carried a hint of smoke and char - remnants of the recent clash with the World Government forces.
"Hey kiddo," Shanks murmured, his deep voice hushed. "We're docking here in Foosha Village. Best behavior, alright?"
Uta swallowed hard and nodded, her heart thrumming against her ribs. A sense of foreboding washed over her at the sight of the small village. The villagers were gathered along the beach, their expressions a mix of fear and awe. Some of them whispered to each other, casting nervous glances at Shanks and his crew of rowdy, battle-hardened pirates.
As they pulled into the cove, a young boy with an infectious grin appeared on the shore—Luffy, his bright eyes shining with excitement. He had heard tales of swashbuckling pirates from the Marines, but never before had he laid eyes on the real thing. The very air seemed to crackle with adventure.
Villagers gathered apprehensively along the beach, their expressions a mix of fear and awe. Shanks strode down the gangplank, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his sword. The salty smell of the ocean mingled with the scents of fresh-baked bread and blooming wildflowers from the village.
"We're the Red Hair Pirates!" he announced, his voice booming across the cove with the confidence of a man who had stared down the business end of a Marine battleship's cannons. "We mean no harm to this village. Just seeking a bit of rest and relaxation before we set sail again."
The villagers shrank back, terrified. To them, pirates were ruthless marauders who took what they desired through force and intimidation. They had heard stories of pirates burning villages to ashes and slaughtering anyone who stood in their way. The Red Hair Pirates' jolly roger, a smiling skull with a straw hat, offered little reassurance.
Luffy fidgeted nervously, unsure what to make of the tense situation unfolding before him. He had never seen real pirates up close before, and the contrast between their ragged, battle-worn appearance and Shanks' relaxed demeanor left him utterly confused about what to expect.
As the pirates made their way into the heart of the village, Uta noticed the palpable terror that gripped the residents. Whispers and furtive glances followed their every step, the villagers regarding the crew with a combination of dread and fascination. She could smell the tang of sweat and anxiety in the air.
The village chief emerged at the periphery, his eyes darting between Shanks and the young Uta. Despite his elderly frame, he held himself with a proud bearing and an intensity that hinted at a warrior's spirit. "Ah, the Red Hair Pirates..." His voice quavered only slightly. "Welcome to Foosha Village under the protection of Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp."
At the mention of Garp's name, a hush fell over the assembled pirates. They all knew the stories of the famed Marine hero's strength and unwavering sense of justice. A few of the younger crew members visibly paled.
Shanks, however, didn't miss a beat. "Listen, Chief," he cut the older man off, his tone easy and measured. "We're not here to cause trouble. Just need a place to resupply and rest our weary bones for a bit."
He spread his arms in a disarming gesture. "My men and I will be nothing but upstanding guests during our stay. You have nothing to fear from us."
The chief's eyes narrowed, but he gave a curt nod. "Very well. Makino, please see to accommodating our...visitors and their needs."
Makino, the barmaid Luffy knew so well, nodded meekly. "Of course... This way, please..."
As the villagers cleared a path for the Red Hair Pirates, Shanks' tension finally began to dissipate. He flashed Uta a reassuring grin, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Don't worry, kiddo. We're just here for some time to rest and restock our supplies. We won't be causing any trouble, not after our brush with the Marines."
Uta's bright blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of relief and curiosity as she watched Shanks lead the way into the village behind Makino. She lagged behind, her gaze scanning the village's rustic buildings, bustling market stalls, and the villagers watching them with a combination of fear and awe.
The sharp, smoky tang of cooking fires mingled with the earthier scents of tilled soil and farm animals. Foosha was certainly a far cry from the sprawling cities and exotic locales the Red Hair Pirates had visited. Still, there was a quaint, rustic charm to the place that Uta found oddly comforting after the chaos of their recent ordeals.
Meanwhile, Luffy was busy making a beeline for the village's central square, his previous nervousness forgotten as the tantalizing smells of roasted meat and fresh-baked bread filled his nostrils. "I'm gonna find some food!" he declared loudly. "I'm starving!"
A few villagers shook their heads in disapproval at the young boy's lack of decorum, but most simply watched in bemusement at his antics. The presence of the pirates had understandably frayed everyone's nerves.
Makino, the barmaid, smiled warmly as she led Shanks and his crew towards the village square. The normally colorful flower boxes and quaint benches seemed drab in comparison to the pirates' vibrant garb and larger-than-life presence.
"Welcome to Foosha Village!" she called out, raising her voice to be heard over the dull roar of the villagers' murmurs. "I will have rooms ready at my inn in few hours make yourselves at home and let me know if you need anything at all."
As they made their way to the inn, Shanks' unease disappeared, replaced by a relaxed, almost lazy air. He nodded at Makino, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Much appreciated, Miss. You have our thanks for your hospitality. We'll make sure to cause no undue ruckus or trouble for the sake of the little ones."
A few of the young village children who had been watching with undisguised fascination perked up at that, their eyes shining. Despite their parents' apprehensions, tales of daring pirates held an undeniable allure.
Uta followed closely behind Shanks, her eyes fixed on the villagers' curious glances. She felt a shiver run down her spine as the reality of their situation settled in. Just days ago, they had been embroiled in a battle, fighting against World Government's forces.
Now here they were, resting in this unassuming little village by virtue of a mere chance. Uta couldn't shake the feeling that their arrival on this particular island was more than just a coincidence. She wondered what other surprises this unplanned visit might hold.
As the crew began setting up camp, the village chief approached Shanks once more. The older man's expression betrayed his lingering doubts as he adjusted the wild tangle of his graying hair.
"A moment of your time, Captain?" the chief requested, making it clear it was not truly a request at all. "If we might discuss some...ground rules for your crew's stay here?"
Shanks nodded easily, his relaxed demeanor never faltering. "Of course, of course. We're happy to play by your rules, Chief. Lead the way."
After reaching chief's place
"You know that this village is under the protection of Monkey D. Garp, right? So don't think of even harming this village." Said chief
Shanks chuckled "Ah, relax, old man. We're not here to harm anyone."
Chief scofed "What do you mean? You're a pirate, aren't you? Pirates are known for their violent nature."
Shanks laughed "Ah, yes, we're a bit rough around the edges, but we're not monsters. We recently had a... disagreement with the World Government over something."
"What kind of disagreement?"
"We acquired something from them during the scuffle, and we're just looking to rest for a while and enjoy the peace. We've heard that this village is a good place to lay low and recover. We've been sailing for a long time, and we could use a break from the constant battles and chases." Replies shanks
"I understand. But I must warn you, Captain Shanks, if you're planning to harm anyone in this village, you'll be dealing with me first."
Shanks smirks "Don't worry, old man. We're not looking for trouble. We just want to rest and recover in peace. We promise to be good guests."