Angel's Port was a minuscule island in the West Blue sea. An island of little recognition yet of many famous inhabitants it was, and to this day, although deemed inconsequential to those of higher degree (i. e. the World Government, navy personnel, and those bountiful amounts of arrogant pirates with a dilluded perception of superiority), it was a the 'hot spot', as so oftenly described' for anyone in dire need of relaxation and fun.

The heavenly port, although small, had a vast community that stretched across nearly the entire surface of the island. Most people there were farmers, all who had their own slab of land with a differing number of acres, and grew a variety of vegetation that was not only beneficial and a necessity to the island's inhabitants, but excellent trade items in the markets whenever one of the men took a ship out to the continent. Fine specialties included carrots, turnips, bananas, apples, cabbage, onions, peppers, corn, tomatoes, potatoes, lemons, limes, strawberries, raspberries, and many, many more! The constant weather pattern and climate made growing all foods an effortless task, and one could even find joy when attending to his/her crop.

But the island was suitable for more than just growing fruits and vegetables. It had an excellent brewery channel, specifically for the alcoholic beverage isake/i, that was arguably the best drink in the world. For that fact, there were over five bars running in the district, which were packed each day and night. Pirates, locals, even neighbouring fishermen would seek the infamous island of Angel's Port to sample the scrumptious sake and find pleasures in the ample source of gorgeous, easily-attainable women. It was a sanction for all desiring merriment, and even, when necessary, a person desperate to be hidden. Without a doubt, the island was a perfect home for light-hearted folk.

And born, in this well respectable society, was a man righteously, yet questionably, known as Captain Red-Haired Shanks. Believed to be a nefarious pirate, however all who met him knew that such statements were adequately deemed 'false', he was truly a sweet gentlemen harbouring too much kindness in his heart, but possessed power so great and complex that his true intentions, and personality, were not well-know except for his few selected trustees. Nevertheless, every great man, whether good or bad, started off small before they grew big. And not even Shanks was an exception to such logic.

It was four years past the anniversary of Gol D. Roger's death. A traumatic but irreversibly and inevitable event that still linked to constant thinking in the mind of the young pirate, Shanks. He had not neglected to waste time as he put his dream and goal into action – to create his own crew of pirates, sail the world for fun and adventure, and become the best in the world. Simply, he strived to become the new Pirate King. His first attempt of recruitment was to an old friend, Buggy, but understandably his request had been denied. The two wanted the same thing – and they knew that only one could have the extravagant title of outlawish monarchy. So, they separated, gliding along their own paths in hopes of success, which led Shanks to travel across the seas in a battered dinghy until he discovered his first crewmate and friend, Ben Beckman.

Although Ben could understand and even share many views of Shanks, they were two very different people with personalities that could almost be conflicting, if it weren't for the laid-back disposition Ben carried whenever Shanks was in a bar or trying to brighten the day with bits of irrelevant news and facts. All in all, they made a great pair of friends, and their different knowledges greatly helped their voyage on the sea for when they met the other crew members they adopted.

It was when Shanks finally turned the ripe age of nineteen that he decided to return to his hometown in search of celebration and, of course, relaxation.