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He's exhausted.
The lights, the festivities, the food... it was all there - to entertain, distract and delight him-!
... all but one person.
Morosely, Shanks tilts the bottle towards him, staring into the depths and considering what brought him to this point.
Some days, that's all he can manage. Others, he gets a call.
"Captain!" he hears distantly. Some captains would answer such a call. Mostly those that haven't shouted their voice hoarse.
"Cap-" Waving the bottle, he beckons them closer.
Enquires, "What's with the ruckus?"
Until the man holds out a snail. "Call for you - from Captain Buggy."
Shanks grins.