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onepieceyaoi100Written while on major sinus medicine and late at night, so if it seems cracked out, that's why. No excuse for the lame title, other than that titles are my kryptonite.
Title: Didn't I Tell You?
Rating: G
Pairing: vague Shanks/Ben
Word Count: An ungodly 364, for which I am most sorry
“Hey, where ya want all this?”
Ben glanced up from his latest book. Several rough looking men were trudging up the gangplank laden with barrels and crates.
“Er, you can just stack them over against the rail.”
The lead porter nodded, and a pile quickly formed off to Ben’s side. As they left, the first man handed Ben a receipt. Ben looked at it, stuck it in the back of his book, and resumed reading. The same process repeated itself throughout the day, the pile of supplies growing larger and Ben’s remaining pages shrinking. Finally, right before dinnertime, a young boy came sprinting up onto the deck.
“Hey mister.”
Ben sighed. Another interruption.
“What is it?”
“I’m th’ harbormaster’s boy. He wants ta know when yer plannin’ on leavin’.”
“Why are you asking me?”
“Those guys down there tol’ me to.”
He pointed, and Ben peered over the side. Yassop and several other crewmen grinned and waved up at him before heading into town.
“Tell the harbormaster I’ll inform him of our departure later this evening.”
The boy nodded and left. Ben carefully marked his place, setting the book atop the supply hill. Then he went in search of the source of his troubles.
“Shanks!”
A grinning, straw-hatted head appeared in the cabin doorway.
“Yes?”
“What’s going on? Why is everyone asking me about provisions and timetables?”
“Oh, that’s ‘cause yer the first mate.”
“WHAT?!”
“Didn’t I tell ya?”
“NO! When did this happen?”
“I told the crew yesterday. I guess ya missed it.”
“Why?”
Shanks’ face grew serious for a minute.
“Because there’s nobody else I want ta guard my back. Or to have my ship, if it ever came to that.”
“Oh.”
“And besides, I don’t trust any of those other lazy buggers to actually get anythin’ done. With you on the job, I’m free ta have some fun.”
Shanks darted past the stunned man. He paused at the gangplank, taking in the enormous heap of supplies.
“Looks like you’ll be busy for awhile.”
Ben watched him disappear into a dockside tavern.
With a longing look at his book and a muttered, “I hate you,” he began sorting through the new inventory.
Title: Didn't I Tell You?
Rating: G
Pairing: vague Shanks/Ben
Word Count: An ungodly 364, for which I am most sorry
“Hey, where ya want all this?”
Ben glanced up from his latest book. Several rough looking men were trudging up the gangplank laden with barrels and crates.
“Er, you can just stack them over against the rail.”
The lead porter nodded, and a pile quickly formed off to Ben’s side. As they left, the first man handed Ben a receipt. Ben looked at it, stuck it in the back of his book, and resumed reading. The same process repeated itself throughout the day, the pile of supplies growing larger and Ben’s remaining pages shrinking. Finally, right before dinnertime, a young boy came sprinting up onto the deck.
“Hey mister.”
Ben sighed. Another interruption.
“What is it?”
“I’m th’ harbormaster’s boy. He wants ta know when yer plannin’ on leavin’.”
“Why are you asking me?”
“Those guys down there tol’ me to.”
He pointed, and Ben peered over the side. Yassop and several other crewmen grinned and waved up at him before heading into town.
“Tell the harbormaster I’ll inform him of our departure later this evening.”
The boy nodded and left. Ben carefully marked his place, setting the book atop the supply hill. Then he went in search of the source of his troubles.
“Shanks!”
A grinning, straw-hatted head appeared in the cabin doorway.
“Yes?”
“What’s going on? Why is everyone asking me about provisions and timetables?”
“Oh, that’s ‘cause yer the first mate.”
“WHAT?!”
“Didn’t I tell ya?”
“NO! When did this happen?”
“I told the crew yesterday. I guess ya missed it.”
“Why?”
Shanks’ face grew serious for a minute.
“Because there’s nobody else I want ta guard my back. Or to have my ship, if it ever came to that.”
“Oh.”
“And besides, I don’t trust any of those other lazy buggers to actually get anythin’ done. With you on the job, I’m free ta have some fun.”
Shanks darted past the stunned man. He paused at the gangplank, taking in the enormous heap of supplies.
“Looks like you’ll be busy for awhile.”
Ben watched him disappear into a dockside tavern.
With a longing look at his book and a muttered, “I hate you,” he began sorting through the new inventory.
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