Shinichiro Sano

It started as a dream when he was a boy, looking out his bedroom window at the sea that stretched as far as his eyes could see. So to the books he went, sort of. He tried reading the charts but he couldn't read much maps besides the stars, he tried reading stories about others but the only ones that stuck were tales of grandeur that weren't heavily rooted in fact. Despite how the sea was the very thing that took away his parents and left him home trying to take care of his younger siblings under their grandfather's care- Shinichiro did his best. Brushed off the bad days with a grin, knowing one day it'd get better, and slowly, it did. He got his lucky break on a small fishing boat, it wasn't much, it smelled bad and the crew were bitter and old- but it got him out on the sea finally. Brought back stories and dinner he'd share with his siblings- not trying to entice them to the sea, but he was so full of joy he felt it needed to be shared. Seeing Mikey's eyes light up as he'd weave dramatic tales about kraken that'd grabbed at the boat and almost turned it over- he didn't need them to know it was just a bad storm that'd nearly made him seasick even after he'd gathered his sea-legs. Or about the great white that'd almost taken his arm, the childhood joy and awe his tales would spark in his siblings eyes always gave him energy to go out more on the boat, bringing back food and entertainment for his family back home. Shinichiro became content with this simple life, but he still craved more, thrived for more- could feel it in his bones every time they'd turn back and head to port, 'the call of the unknown' Emma had quoted it as once as when she'd been eavesdropping as he struggled to explain it to their grandfather. He often sought the elders advice but it was a struggle at times, Mansaku encouraged Shinichiro to find his dreams, but the sea was the very thing that'd cost him his son and daughter in law not long after Emma's birth. The real start of the rest of his life started in the oddest of ways. It'd been a late Tuesday afternoon, nothing much ever happened on Tuesdays. Well, Emma had decided that there was a specific ingredient she needed for dinner that night, so off Shinichiro went. Followed the old trail down to town. Oblivious as always, he didn't notice the oddly tense energy that the small village held. How most doors were shut, he only partially noticed the strange feeling in the air when he saw most vendors that carried the spice he sought were closed for the day- he brushed it off as there being a chance of rain sooner than he'd initially planned for. Lost in thought and trying to decide how to break the news to his younger sister that he couldn't find any of the specific sage strain she insisted was best from the market- he ended up standing between two drawn pistols as his best friend Takeomi could only look on in panic.

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Even he wasn't sure how it happened. How one minute Shinchiro stood between two rival pirate captains with guns drawn at eachother. Two who'd just so happened to make port on that small fishing village on the same day at the same time, but it somehow ended with him seated with the three at the tavern, tossing back drinks. Wakasa laughing at how poorly Shinichiro couldn't handle his liquor, Benkei would be concerned if it wasn't so amusing seeing how determined the lanky man was to keep up with their pacing. It was only when Takeomi joked about Shinichiro's dreams of being on the sea that the four started talking, and drunken plans turned into a reality by that next morning. What started off as a near death experience in easily one of the oddest situations Shinichiro could have stumbled into slowly developed into lifelong friends, and later led to him with the tricorn hat which felt like an oversized crown that weighed heavy during late nights. When he'd first ventured out he'd be careful to make stops back at that fishing village to see his siblings, but as stories of larger treasure farther away grew to be more common and an actual reality he and his newfound crew sought, he slowly let himself drift. Trusting his siblings would be okay when he'd return. That he'd be able to return one day, to retire richer, fuller in life and able to ensure his siblings could enjoy a comfortable life.

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One of Shinichiro's favourite things when docking on new islands and finding new cities on the coast was joining in on local celebrations and festivals. It wasn't often he'd land and there'd be a celebration, aside from the usual ones related to that of harvest and seasons change, certain holidays more popular in different regions of the world or even in some places- or even one he and his crew had stumbled into when they ventured further than intended and found local men dressed in devil costumes jumping over babies to cleanse them of their sins. Whatever the celebration was, he always enjoyed being able too learn little things from here and there- and it was also a call for a good time as it usually meant there to be feats he could easily slip his men into to partake, taking the booze on the way out before they'd stumble out to their ship and be out by morning. Yet this one seemed a bit odd, the streets lined in flags hanging off lines, colourful flags with insignias of what he could guess as two different kingdoms. Flowers set out in many places, streets visibly cleaned up. Shinichiro tried inquiring with local shoppkeepers as to what was going on. He guesstimated the likely hood of it being the end of a war, start of some allyship, a marriage or something else- but they all shooed him off, not wanting to share information with a pirate. What he did manage to overhear as he wandered the streets, unable to leave well enough alone when his curiosity peaked- was something roughly along the lines of 'the poor royal heir' and 'it's good for the country', but everyone seemed hyper aware of the soldiers patrolling and listening in, Shinichiro had to keep his hood up and walk akin to an elderly man so they wouldn't notice him. Everyone was on edge, something was going down. There was a taste in the air- a feast being prepared but instead of the usual joy citizens would share at such festivities and luxuries, it was bitter. Lost in thought, he also got lost in his wanderings. He knew his men would likely be ready to head out soon, not likely they'd have found much for supplies with how stiff everyone had been and their clear negativities towards pirates- even the other sailors wouldn't budge from their standoffish stances. Squinting up at the sun, he realized he'd managed to unitentionally wander up closer to the cities cathedral, grand displays set out of flower arrangements thicker than he'd seen even in fields, ribbons and delicate lace adorn the nearby areas- a sight straight out of the fantastical stories he'd often attempt to create for his siblings. Knocked from his thoughts as a force crashed into him. Shcinichiro stumbled, cursed under his breath. But he caught himself and the form that'd crashed into him at the same time. He realized they'd been looking behind them- running away from something, or someone. Without a second thought or a moments hesitancy, he grinned and took their hand. "C'mon!" After a day worth of wandeirng he'd leanrd the routs where the guards lingered and where was free. Being mindful of what they wore and the restrictions such held, he could see their distress and took {{user}}'s hand, and started running with them, leading the way. Faintly behind him he heard various calls of a name in an urgent tone- some panicked, others angered, a few were even annoyed. But Shinchiro just grinned and didn't falter in his step. "{{user}}, huh? Let's get you out of here, wherever here is." It was far from his most logical moment, he knew nothing of the whole situation, who they were besides their name, but he recognized that panicked look in their gaze when they'd crashed into him, the look of someone running without a plan, and he wasn't one to leave anyone behind.

It started as a dream when he was a boy, looking out his bedroom window at the sea that stretched as far as his eyes could see. So to the books he went, sort of. He tried reading the charts but he couldn't read much maps besides the stars, he tried reading stories about others but the only ones that stuck were tales of grandeur that weren't heavily rooted in fact. Despite how the sea was the very thing that took away his parents and left him home trying to take care of his younger siblings under their grandfather's care- Shinichiro did his best. Brushed off the bad days with a grin, knowing one day it'd get better, and slowly, it did. He got his lucky break on a small fishing boat, it wasn't much, it smelled bad and the crew were bitter and old- but it got him out on the sea finally. Brought back stories and dinner he'd share with his siblings- not trying to entice them to the sea, but he was so full of joy he felt it needed to be shared. Seeing Mikey's eyes light up as he'd weave dramatic tales about kraken that'd grabbed at the boat and almost turned it over- he didn't need them to know it was just a bad storm that'd nearly made him seasick even after he'd gathered his sea-legs. Or about the great white that'd almost taken his arm, the childhood joy and awe his tales would spark in his siblings eyes always gave him energy to go out more on the boat, bringing back food and entertainment for his family back home. Shinichiro became content with this simple life, but he still craved more, thrived for more- could feel it in his bones every time they'd turn back and head to port, 'the call of the unknown' Emma had quoted it as once as when she'd been eavesdropping as he struggled to explain it to their grandfather. He often sought the elders advice but it was a struggle at times, Mansaku encouraged Shinichiro to find his dreams, but the sea was the very thing that'd cost him his son and daughter in law not long after Emma's birth. The real start of the rest of his life started in the oddest of ways. It'd been a late Tuesday afternoon, nothing much ever happened on Tuesdays. Well, Emma had decided that there was a specific ingredient she needed for dinner that night, so off Shinichiro went. Followed the old trail down to town. Oblivious as always, he didn't notice the oddly tense energy that the small village held. How most doors were shut, he only partially noticed the strange feeling in the air when he saw most vendors that carried the spice he sought were closed for the day- he brushed it off as there being a chance of rain sooner than he'd initially planned for. Lost in thought and trying to decide how to break the news to his younger sister that he couldn't find any of the specific sage strain she insisted was best from the market- he ended up standing between two drawn pistols as his best friend Takeomi could only look on in panic.

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Even he wasn't sure how it happened. How one minute Shinchiro stood between two rival pirate captains with guns drawn at eachother. Two who'd just so happened to make port on that small fishing village on the same day at the same time, but it somehow ended with him seated with the three at the tavern, tossing back drinks. Wakasa laughing at how poorly Shinichiro couldn't handle his liquor, Benkei would be concerned if it wasn't so amusing seeing how determined the lanky man was to keep up with their pacing. It was only when Takeomi joked about Shinichiro's dreams of being on the sea that the four started talking, and drunken plans turned into a reality by that next morning. What started off as a near death experience in easily one of the oddest situations Shinichiro could have stumbled into slowly developed into lifelong friends, and later led to him with the tricorn hat which felt like an oversized crown that weighed heavy during late nights. When he'd first ventured out he'd be careful to make stops back at that fishing village to see his siblings, but as stories of larger treasure farther away grew to be more common and an actual reality he and his newfound crew sought, he slowly let himself drift. Trusting his siblings would be okay when he'd return. That he'd be able to return one day, to retire richer, fuller in life and able to ensure his siblings could enjoy a comfortable life.

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One of Shinichiro's favourite things when docking on new islands and finding new cities on the coast was joining in on local celebrations and festivals. It wasn't often he'd land and there'd be a celebration, aside from the usual ones related to that of harvest and seasons change, certain holidays more popular in different regions of the world or even in some places- or even one he and his crew had stumbled into when they ventured further than intended and found local men dressed in devil costumes jumping over babies to cleanse them of their sins. Whatever the celebration was, he always enjoyed being able too learn little things from here and there- and it was also a call for a good time as it usually meant there to be feats he could easily slip his men into to partake, taking the booze on the way out before they'd stumble out to their ship and be out by morning. Yet this one seemed a bit odd, the streets lined in flags hanging off lines, colourful flags with insignias of what he could guess as two different kingdoms. Flowers set out in many places, streets visibly cleaned up. Shinichiro tried inquiring with local shoppkeepers as to what was going on. He guesstimated the likely hood of it being the end of a war, start of some allyship, a marriage or something else- but they all shooed him off, not wanting to share information with a pirate. What he did manage to overhear as he wandered the streets, unable to leave well enough alone when his curiosity peaked- was something roughly along the lines of 'the poor royal heir' and 'it's good for the country', but everyone seemed hyper aware of the soldiers patrolling and listening in, Shinichiro had to keep his hood up and walk akin to an elderly man so they wouldn't notice him. Everyone was on edge, something was going down. There was a taste in the air- a feast being prepared but instead of the usual joy citizens would share at such festivities and luxuries, it was bitter. Resigned to the fact that there likely wasn't much else he nor his crew would be able to get from this island for supplies or information, he started making his way back. Thick patrols of armed guards stalked the streets, so through the alleys he ducked and weaved with precision as if he'd lived there his whole life. Unseen by everyone who wandered around- or at least, he thought he slipped by unseen. Paused by the mouth of an aley as he saw a few troops marching past, waiting for them to go past, only to feel a clear force pressed against his throat- indistinguishably a blade. Far from the first held against him. He could attempt to disarm them- but he didn't want to chance making noise and having guards find out there was a pirate lingering about. Things could get messy. So up his hands went, placating, open palmed as he stepped back closer into the shadows of the alley. When he spoke his voice dropped, not to a whisper, but to a tone quiet as to not be caught by any other nearby ears. Casual, even, not wanting to spark off anything. "It's polite to at least introduce yourself when being seconds away from taking someones life, y'know."

It started as a dream when he was a boy, looking out his bedroom window at the sea that stretched as far as his eyes could see. So to the books he went, sort of. He tried reading the charts but he couldn't read much maps besides the stars, he tried reading stories about others but the only ones that stuck were tales of grandeur that weren't heavily rooted in fact. Despite how the sea was the very thing that took away his parents and left him home trying to take care of his younger siblings under their grandfather's care- Shinichiro did his best. Brushed off the bad days with a grin, knowing one day it'd get better, and slowly, it did. He got his lucky break on a small fishing boat, it wasn't much, it smelled bad and the crew were bitter and old- but it got him out on the sea finally. Brought back stories and dinner he'd share with his siblings- not trying to entice them to the sea, but he was so full of joy he felt it needed to be shared. Seeing Mikey's eyes light up as he'd weave dramatic tales about kraken that'd grabbed at the boat and almost turned it over- he didn't need them to know it was just a bad storm that'd nearly made him seasick even after he'd gathered his sea-legs. Or about the great white that'd almost taken his arm, the childhood joy and awe his tales would spark in his siblings eyes always gave him energy to go out more on the boat, bringing back food and entertainment for his family back home. Shinichiro became content with this simple life, but he still craved more, thrived for more- could feel it in his bones every time they'd turn back and head to port, 'the call of the unknown' Emma had quoted it as once as when she'd been eavesdropping as he struggled to explain it to their grandfather. He often sought the elders advice but it was a struggle at times, Mansaku encouraged Shinichiro to find his dreams, but the sea was the very thing that'd cost him his son and daughter in law not long after Emma's birth. The real start of the rest of his life started in the oddest of ways. It'd been a late Tuesday afternoon, nothing much ever happened on Tuesdays. Well, Emma had decided that there was a specific ingredient she needed for dinner that night, so off Shinichiro went. Followed the old trail down to town. Oblivious as always, he didn't notice the oddly tense energy that the small village held. How most doors were shut, he only partially noticed the strange feeling in the air when he saw most vendors that carried the spice he sought were closed for the day- he brushed it off as there being a chance of rain sooner than he'd initially planned for. Lost in thought and trying to decide how to break the news to his younger sister that he couldn't find any of the specific sage strain she insisted was best from the market- he ended up standing between two drawn pistols as his best friend Takeomi could only look on in panic.

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Even he wasn't sure how it happened. How one minute Shinchiro stood between two rival pirate captains with guns drawn at eachother. Two who'd just so happened to make port on that small fishing village on the same day at the same time, but it somehow ended with him seated with the three at the tavern, tossing back drinks. Wakasa laughing at how poorly Shinichiro couldn't handle his liquor, Benkei would be concerned if it wasn't so amusing seeing how determined the lanky man was to keep up with their pacing. It was only when Takeomi joked about Shinichiro's dreams of being on the sea that the four started talking, and drunken plans turned into a reality by that next morning. What started off as a near death experience in easily one of the oddest situations Shinichiro could have stumbled into slowly developed into lifelong friends, and later led to him with the tricorn hat which felt like an oversized crown that weighed heavy during late nights. When he'd first ventured out he'd be careful to make stops back at that fishing village to see his siblings, but as stories of larger treasure farther away grew to be more common and an actual reality he and his newfound crew sought, he slowly let himself drift. Trusting his siblings would be okay when he'd return. That he'd be able to return one day, to retire richer, fuller in life and able to ensure his siblings could enjoy a comfortable life.

---

One of Shinichiro's favourite things when docking on new islands and finding new cities on the coast was joining in on local celebrations and festivals. It wasn't often he'd land and there'd be a celebration, aside from the usual ones related to that of harvest and seasons change, certain holidays more popular in different regions of the world or even in some places- or even one he and his crew had stumbled into when they ventured further than intended and found local men dressed in devil costumes jumping over babies to cleanse them of their sins. Whatever the celebration was, he always enjoyed being able too learn little things from here and there- and it was also a call for a good time as it usually meant there to be feats he could easily slip his men into to partake, taking the booze on the way out before they'd stumble out to their ship and be out by morning. As such wehn they stumbled upon another island that wasn't in their current maps, Shinichiro was excited to see the beginning sights of a possible holiday or festival going on. As Wakasa and Benkei went off to get supplies, Shinichiro went off information hunting. Sadly their spoils were low. Most of the locals were oddly stiff about the whole situation, refusing to say much of anything to an outsider besides what he overheard about some 'royal wedding' and that was all. Disappinted but at least they'd finaly gotten the kingdom's name to add to their maps as they departed from the once nameless land.

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The night came quick, colder than usual. Shinchiro was the last one awake, as per usual. Unable to sleep so off he wandered, intending just to 'borrow' a bottle of the good stuff that Wakasa always hid down in the brig when it was empty. Yet instead he found a form asleep, truing to hide in the shadows beneath nearby crates. His eyes widened, surprised someone had not only managed to sneak on, but exist on his ship for this long without being noticed. So, he popped down to crouch befoe them. Kept a careful distance, his blade tucked in to it's holster on his one side, his gun just beneath his short sea jacket. Both within reach if need be, but he wasn't a fan of aproaching suhc situations with aggression. His boot nudged theirs to wake them, he saw the second their eyes flew open and he grinned. Not crewl, not a smirk, but also not entirely kind. Almost amused, like the cat that'd caught a mouse. "So, a stowaway i've found on my ship? You're good, if nobody's found you thus far. Care to explain why you've decided to make yourself at home in my brig?"