A/N: I love Yasopp. This is the result of my inexplicable desire to stay in his head for a bit.

As our knowledge of the Red Hair Pirates is limited and only five of them have been mentioned by name, I have taken the liberty of using my imagination to fill the gaps. What I have done is to take all Red Hair Pirates that appear in the manga/anime and simply given them names, personalities, and background stories. But do not fret - I am trying to stay true to canon as far as I can.

Oh, and I am aware that Shanks is called "Okashira" ("Boss") in canon, but I choose "Captain" in this story for the sake of consistency.

Part 1: Hey, I know that nose!

I wake up from my mid-day nap by Rockstar's incessant shouting. It's not the first time. That man really needs to learn how to calm it once in a while—then again he's always been like this. Maybe I should get used to it. Or threat to shove my musket down his throat. Wait, I already tried that. Didn't work. Damn it.

My hangover is a dull ache from Hell, though I doubt they have any level in Hell that could be described as 'dull'. I should ask Beckman about this, he knows more about Impel Down than me. I barely have time to finish that thought before the shouting starts again.

"Captain, where are you? Hey, Captain! Captain!"

This guy doesn't know when to quit.

I turn my head to the side, slowly as to not upset it more than necessary. Then I poke Shanks in the side with my foot. No reaction. No surprise there. While sleeping against a rock tends to make me all stiff and restless, it has no effect on Shanks. He still acts like it's a normal bed. I lift my leg and kick him in the back, hard enough to break a lesser man's spine.

He just grunts and turns towards me, face scrunched up from sleep.

"I'm up," he says, not convincing at all.

"Shut him up," I say, raising my hands to massage my temples.

"Who?"

"Rockstar is looking for you down the cliff."

As my captain finally gets up to restore the peace, I lean back towards the stone. It's anything but comfortable, but I'm not moving from this spot. It's nice and shaded and I can feel the breeze from the ocean filter in through the trees. Makes me wonder if the weather is anything like this in East Blue and, if it is, whether Usopp is playing by the shore today. Or is he too old for that already? I bet he is.

If I close my eyes, I can almost see him play like he did when I was still around to join in on—

"Oi, Yasopp! You need to see this!"

Great, now Captain is shouting too. I feel him stop right in front of me, rustling with something. I open my eyes and blearily look up at his excited face, and then the bunch of papers in his hand. The new wanted list?

MONKEY D. LUFFY
B 300,000,000

I forget my headache.

"Look who's made it big!" I exclaim, sitting up and taking the papers from him. Luffy is keeping busy, it seems. That's no small bounty either. I point this out to Shanks as he sits down beside me, and he's looking at the poster looking like me—err, I mean, looking like a proud father.

"Enjoying himself like he should," he says. "Ahh, what a good day."

"What did he do?"

Shanks shrugs, leaning back. "Seems like a good part of his crew has made the list though."

I take a look at the rest of the bunch, browsing through the posters one by one. Pirate Hunter, Demon Child, Black Leg, Cat Burglar… the Marines sure had a field day with these names. I freeze as I get to the last page.

SOGEKING
B 30,000,000

It's hers. Her nose. I'd recognize Banchina's nose anywhere.

The King of Snipers … could this be? My heart is suddenly hammering in my chest. Of course he would inherit my sharpshooting skills. And pirate—why not? It's in his blood. I could be imagining things, but… black hair, just like her. My curls. Her nose. It all fits. If only he wasn't wearing that mask, I'd know without a doubt. But somehow I know that it's him—I can feel it. All the way through my bones.

"Anyone you know?" my captain asks, sounding so far away. My discovery is making the outside world seem far away, like I'm in my own little bubble that only holds me and my son. Him and the memories of him that I'm always keeping alive through my stories.

"That's Usopp," I finally manage to get out. To my surprise, I can feel tears start to burn in my eyes.

"Usopp? As in Usopp, your son?" Shanks leans over to get a closer look, and I can only nod.

My son is a pirate, a sniper just like me. He's thrown away whatever life he had to sail the seas as a criminal, and he has a hefty bounty to prove it.

I have never been so proud in my life.