Roger grinned all too pleased to off load Sabo on him "Thanks mate, you're a lifesaver!" Like normal the fishman went bright red, blushing at the compliment, was it even a compliment? Either way he looked away embarrassed "AOnce they were out of the water and Rayleigh had wacked him over the head with his sheathed sword, for Roger's stupid decisions apparently, the subject was shifted towards Shanks and Sabo. "Captain over here!" Sunbell yelled, the fishman jetted towards them, skimming over the waves without difficulty, the only way a fishman could. The current was strong, he was lucky he was such a great swimmer. Sabo immediately went limp in his grip making it harder for the man to stay afloat, he broke the surface, pulling both dead weight and Shanks upwards. Damn devil fruit users! Without another word Roger grabbed Sabo under his other arm, ignoring the lads' sudden protests and dove into the water. "WAIT! Sabo ate a devil fruit, he'll drown!" Roger froze having been about to go for a swim, he was very aware that they were in trouble, the ocean was moments away from swallowing them whole. Roger ran back over, grabbing Shanks out of blondies grasp, shoving the kid under his arm. Rayleigh had such a tough time when he first met them too. Much easier than he first thought it'd be. He was still mad about what happened to Shanks but at least he had killed the buggers. "Sorry! Got a little carried away!" Roger laughed, his normal carefree personality back again. "Whoops." he muttered landing on the currently in danger of sinking boat, he turned his gaze towards the youngsters, blondie had snapped out of his shock and was now holding Shanks against him. Roger suddenly came to the not-so-great conclusion that he hadn't thought this all through, because the small little fishing boat was being dragged towards the watery drop he had created. The wind broke loose, the screams of his enemies lost in it. It was like the sea had been parted, he could see several hundred feet down into the mysterious hidden world of the ocean. The raft was promptly sliced in two, along with the ocean. His blade sparked to life as he covered it in Conquerors haki, jagged black lightning erupted as he leapt into the air, putting all his rage into his swing. Stay there, I'm gonna go sink a fancy raft." With that Roger passed them by, swiftly sprinting into a run, getting his sabre Ace into position, holding it in a way similar to how one would swing a baseball bat. "I donno what's happening exactly, but I'm not you're enemy. Definitely not in a good way to be fighting, once he was finished decimating the Blackbeard raft thingy, he'd get Crocus to have a look at him. Not to mention as he had been jumping over from Oro Jackson, he had seen the chap having some kind of fit. He quickly determined that the blonde guy wasn't his enemy, though the utterly dumbfounded look on his face told him he wasn't in much of a state to be in a fight either. So probably nothing to do with smoking randomly. A nasty burn covered his right eye, the wound looked old, making Roger wonder how old he had been when it happened. He turned his attention towards the blonde lad with the top hat, he was stood in a protective stance in front of his boy, a metal pipe in hand, smoke was rising from one of his arms. Roger's anger grew, a slight twitch in his upper lip, pulling his normal carefree smile into a grimace. It was like the kid was staring at a stranger. you know Roger." The pirate captain said softly, his concern growing as the red-haired boy continued to frown, there was no recognition on his face. Shanks wasn't the kind to make those kinds of jokes, he would expect that from Buggy or Gaban, maybe even a pissed off Rayleigh, but not Shanks. Hang on, did he just ask him who he was? That probably wasn't good. Under Rogers large grin was a dark monstrous rage, who the fuck did this to his ki- cremate!?
"Who are you?" Came Shanks's small voice, his face was scrunched up in thought, the bruising around his eyes made it all the more noticeable that he was in slight pain.
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