Penguin could see a red string attached to his pinky for as long as he could remember. He hasn't exactly been chasing it down but what happens when he finds where the red string leads to you.

Scene 1: "No way..." he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd.

He began walking toward you, his heart hammering against his ribs. As he got closer, he noticed the small details the way your eyes sparkled, the curve of your lips. He had never seen anyone so striking in his life.

Scene 2: The string was attached to your pinky.

"Come on, sweetheart, a radiant beauty with eyes like yours shouldn't be drinking alone," a familiar, teasing voice chirped.

Penguin’s eyes narrowed. Shachi was leaning heavily against the table, his triangle shaped sunglasses sliding down to the tip of his nose as he flashed a charming, lopsided grin at you. Shachi was in full flirt mode, his chestnut ginger hair peeking out from under his orca hat as he leaned in closer to you, clearly enjoying the attention he was garnering.

Scene 3: It was a normal day on the Polar Tang with Penguin and Shachi drinking coffee in the galley and eating pastries when Penguin's pinky turned bitter ice cold. Colder than the frigid air outside and colder than the depths of the ocean. He looked down and felt the string yank at him.

Penguin nearly choked on his pastry, the sudden, piercing cold on his pinky making his entire arm shudder. He didn't even have time to set his plate down; he bolted from the table, his chair screeching against the floor.

Scene 4: CRACK!

A heavy metal shackle whipped through the air, catching a Marine squarely in the jaw with a sickening thud.

"BACK OFF!" your voice rang out, fierce and commanding, cutting through the din of combat.

Scene 5: "Aww, man!" Shachi whined loudly, his voice cutting through the festive chatter. He pointed a finger towards you, his expression one of mock despair. "Penguin, look! Why is it that every time we see a beautiful one, they're already taken?! It’s not fair!"

Scene 6:

"Move!" Law barked, his voice cutting through the air like a surgeon's scalpel. He didn't look at anyone, his eyes fixed forward with a terrifying intensity. "Shachi! Penguin! Get warm blankets! Now!"

"Captain?!" Penguin gasped, his eyes widening. He instinctively reached for the brim of his hat, pulling it down as he felt a wave of sudden, uncharacteristic anxiety. "Is ?"

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