The world aint slowing down

B
A few minutes of rowing later. Bonney had returned to her ship.
Not feeling like talking to anyone of her crew, or Shanks his, for that matter.
They just did not deserve it.
So, with her nose high in the air, she walked past the crewmates, even past Derek.
Now, she finally could get ready for her- Date. It just felt romantic, tough a little childish. Unclipping her piercing, wich had not happend for a long time, made her look like a whole diffrent person already.
Brushing her hair with long strokes she hummed a song.
Bonney slipped out of her daily clothes, and threw them in a basket.
Looking over her shoulder, she watched herself in the mirror.
Smiled at herself. From the closet she took a white dress, strapless. Patterned with leaves, the feint light in her room reflected in the neclace she had put around her neck.
Bonney now looked like a woman, every fierce bit had been taken away.
Derek rowed her back to shore without any words, but with a soft smile on his lips.
And there she waited.

S
Shanks ran down the street at that time, garbed in a tux, yes a tux, the best thing he could find for a formal date...
or at least that's what the tailor said.. The long tail flew around behind him, long seamed pants to make him appear even taller, shined shoes for the classy look.
He felt cheesy but excited still ever more, he pondered what type of dress, how she'd look... he couldn't wait..
He near'd the corner and slowed down fixing himself a bit before revealing himself, he turned the corner just to have his jaw involuntarily drop.
Bonney looked non-Bonney! The dress was white, pearly white, shimmering in the light that hit her perfectly filling her curvy body.
Matching heels, jewelry, styled hair, a sensuous glow to her.
He walked up prim and proper like, bowing in front of her he chuckled, "So Miss? May I walk you to our destination?"

B
As soon as she saw Shanks appearing from around the corner, she straightened her back.
Keeping herself from running to him, and drop herself into his arms.
Bonneys lips curled and revealed an inviting smile.
Bonney shyly pushed a stray strand of hair aside she was obviously not used to- well looking like that.
Bonney curtsied, not wanting to get her satin shoes dirty tough.
"Oh yes please sir- let us go-" She hooked her arm into his, head softly against his shoulder.
"You look great Shanks" Bonney whispered, shy but happy, increadibly happy.

S
"Thank you, and you are... astounding... never laid eyes upon someone as beautiful before," he said with a strange charm in his voice, he kept a devilishly handsome grin tugging at his lips.
The two walked arm in arm the entire way, they were a strange sight indeed, overly formal for such a town as this but it did not matter.
Shanks took in her body from the corner of his eyes, a wonderful view of the tops of her breasts he smirked, this is too much to enjoy almost.
He took her to the most decent place he could find, extravagant for the most part they charged inside, into a fine restaurant.
People everywhere wore their evening dresses and clothes, but nothing like Shanks and Bonney, all eyes glazed over them. The waiter was thrilled once he laid eyes upon the handsome couple, probably expecting a hefty tip.
He quickly led them to their tables, an almost secluded spot from the rest. Chandeliers lined the ceiling above their heads, fine decor surrounded them with a soft smell of wine and food.
Shanks laughed after the waiter rushed away to fulfill their needs, "Can you believe this place? See their faces? They can't stop staring at you, beautiful."
As he finished his sentence wine glasses were served delicately in front of them, he picked the fragile glass up, swirling the liquid inside in front of his eyes.
He was bent over, resting his chin on his left hand, a never ending smile at her, up and down. "I can't stop looking at you, you've really out done yourself Bonney, gorgeous.." The place calmed down quite a bit except for the few people who were seated near them, so many whispers they might as well had screamed, "YOUR TOO BEAUTIFUL!" at them.
Shanks closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the waiter calmly walked back up beside them waiting for their order.
Shanks eyes opened again and said in a normal yet seductive tone, "I'm gonna fuck your brains out later, beautiful."
The waiters mouth clanged to the floor as well as some nearby customers all with the same thought, "DID HE REALLY JUST SAY THAT?!?! HE'S NOT A GENTLEMAN AT ALL!!!!" Shanks laughed, "Oh yes our food, please order my dear, as much as you like, it'll have to fill you up for the long night ahead.."

B
Not only had Bonneys looks changed, she felt like an entirely diffrent person. She felt high class, even tough she had never been and never would be.
The atmosphere was calm, comfortable and loving. Bonney felt like, that even if it was going to rain, it would not strike them. It was- Special.
Walking into the restaurant, her mind was boggled, everything being so-
Unlike anything she had ever seen in her life, it was so beautiful- even the ceiling was painted with angels, horses and gods illuminated by the chandeliers.
A blush crept over her face from excitement. Not even once the thought of stealing anything of it crossed her mind.
It was just too beautiful, she felt special just being privileged to sit here. She did not actually notice all the people staring at them. "I really cant believe this place..." Bonney whispered in amazement, waving away the rest of the sentence, but blushing from the compliment. “Thank you..."
the young woman did not know how to handle the situation very well, nor how to respond to the over-the-top compliments he was making her.
The Piano music was pleasant in the background, it obviously was live. Played by a man in a nice suit with a glass of wine on the side.
Wine, the water of high class so it seemed, But she liked it. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out later, beautiful" The comment surprised Bonney in no way, this was Shanks, and this was exactly why she loved him, his deliciously un-proper behaviour- even when at the most chique and beautiful place around, Shanks was still Shanks and he could not have been better.
The menu, edged with gold on the sides of the pages, was held infront of her by the slightly startled waiter "Thank you sir" Bonney said in her kindest voice, discovering that everything on the menu looked as good as the rest.
Not really up for pigging out, she ordered the shrimp cocktail as an appetizer, A 'bloody' steak with salad for the main course and for a desert- she told him to surpise her.
Swirling her wine, and smelling it, Bonney smiled.
The place was probably filled up with high-ranked Marines, who would never even dream that these two lovers, underneath their clothes, were still Pirates.