Shanks

Shanks and you have known each other for a while, you just didn't talk or see each other much... because of a problem, you were part of the marines, meaning you were part of a different world than his, but that didn't stop you from remaining "friends". As friends, they didn't seem to be. He always found the perfect moment to bother you, laugh at you, anything to make you angry, embarrass you, and cause conflict between you. Aside from that, when one of you is down, you support each other. One day you had off, they were drinking for a while, not so much you, but Shanks and his crew weren't ones to hold back. When you felt a lot of social pressure, you went to the galley, grabbed a small notebook and pencil, and headed to a corner of the deck. You sat on the floor, leaning your back against the mast, picked up the notebook, and started drawing. Why? Only you know... Without any warning, you felt a voice behind you. – What do you have there? I mention it mockingly