【Eagle Red】Lifetime

In the early morning of the second day when the small coffin ship and the Reid were drifting aimlessly in the waters of Rigwhite, Mihawk opened his eyes and woke up. morning light, but the biological clock, which has been adhering to good work and rest habits, is still operating regularly.

Mihawk, who had just woken up, turned his head slightly, and sure enough, he saw the Reid not far away, still slowly following behind his boat with half-raised sails. At that moment, he had an illusion that he and the person behind him The great ship had been drifting on these sunless seas for a long time, and would always do so.

This idea was quickly discarded by him, and he attributed the illusion to the fact that he hadn't woken up yet.The handsome and indifferent young swordsman stood up and stretched his limbs. Just as he was thinking about what kind of breakfast he was going to make, his eyes swept towards the oblique front, and there seemed to be a faint silhouette emerging.

Mihawk stood on the boat and stared at it for a while, then slightly adjusted the sails and headed towards the target direction—maybe there is no need to buy food on the boat, if it is really a big island.

He thought that the Reid would no longer turn its sails to chase him, and they hadn't clearly agreed to go together, so he didn't intend to make a special trip to say goodbye.However, after changing direction for a quarter of an hour, Mihawk still couldn't help but turn his head to take a look. As expected, the red-haired boat did not change course, so he was greatly relieved.

Mihawk cheered up and continued to move towards the direction where the outline became clearer, and it was already certain that it was the island.

However, the swordsman still thought too simply about the inside story of the Reid not catching up.

Four or five o'clock in the morning is the most sleepy time for people who stay up late. Although Mihawk had kindly reminded the Reid to pay more attention to the changing sea conditions of Rig White, the mild breeze and very calm sea that lasted more than a day still made Reid The lookout on the night shift relaxed his nerves and unconsciously took a nap when the sky was dim.

Therefore, the fact that Hawkeye's ship disappeared right ahead was not discovered until an hour or two later, when the captain of the red-haired pirates, who was full of wine and food, was about to visit his friends on a routine basis.

"...Why did Hawkeye disappear?" Shanks held his face in shock, "Could it be that he was really upset yesterday, so he left at night?!"

The lookout who was woken up to ask about the situation woke up for a while, and stared at the captain's terrified face for a while before he understood Shanks' question.However, his main duty was to observe the sea conditions, but he didn't pay that much attention to Hawkeye's boat.After carefully recalling it for a long time, the lookout finally gave the answer - until he fell asleep, Hawkeye was probably... maybe still in front of the ship.

Shanks regained his composure and began to think about the reason for Hawkeye's disappearance - the sudden accident at sea was obviously unnecessary, after all, Reid was still driving well, and that person's ability was beyond doubt.Their original heading was already downwind, and Hawkeye was full of sails, so it was impossible to speed up and throw them off.

The red-haired captain snapped his fingers and patted the self-blaming lookout comfortingly, saying that it is understandable to take a nap occasionally, and at the same time suggested that the other party go back to the cabin to catch up on a good night's sleep, and then sent a lookout who had just eaten and drunk The brothers climbed up to the lookout.

"There are islands at eight o'clock."

Shanks, who heard the shout from a high place, let out a long sigh of relief just like Mihawk not long ago.He didn't care about Hawkeye's change of course without saying hello, but he kept thinking about Hawkeye's suddenly lost figure.There are very few things Shanks can't stand, but making his friends unhappy for his own sake is definitely one of them.

This kind of mood made Mihawk's fading back keep breaking into his dreams. He saw himself holding the straw hat and watching Mihawk leave just like that, and then holding the straw hat and looking at Mihawk for real. Hawke leaves.

It goes on and on for countless reincarnations, it seems that there is no way to break free from the eternal situation, and all he can do is to hold on to the straw hat and watch the other party go away, and what's worse is that he doesn't have a glass of rum on hand Happy to see each other off.

This dream made Shanks dizzy when he woke up in the morning, although it had a lot to do with drinking too much last night.Shanks wanted to sit up, but when he raised his head slightly, the tip of his nose was rubbed by the rough straw. He moved his eyes down and looked at the straw hat he was holding tightly on his chest, and suddenly felt that this was very important to him. Things that are out of the ordinary...sometimes they are not so cherished.

Shanks thought about the first thing he saw Hawkeye today—it must be to say sorry, and try his best to pull him out of his disappointment—his drowsy brain defaulted to the fact that Mihawk was still alive at this moment. The depressed state in the dream continued.But it's really not that easy to get Bo Hawkeye to smile... Maybe finding a place to fight again is the fastest way?

"Let's spare me..." Reminiscent of the lookout's report on Arishima, Shanks began to feel that this was another chance for him and Hawkeye to compete deliberately arranged by God, so he couldn't help muttering reluctantly.

"That's right, so let's move on, boss?" Beckman's voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Shanks cheered up and looked at the deputy who made an unexpected suggestion, "I'd rather go after Hawkeye."

"Although he is a good fighter, chef and navigator, do you think he will be on board?" Beckman asked the hearts of many crew members of the Reid in one sentence.

"I'm not so bad at seeing people..." Shanks knew that his right-hand man was using a roundabout route to persuade himself, "I didn't plan to invite him on board."

"So, why are we still chasing him?" Beckman took half a step forward, lowered his head and looked at his captain, "Even if you are very hospitable, boss, and think that Hawkeye is a guy who hits it off, but We held a banquet for him on the boat, and you fought as much as you should, and you chatted with him for a whole day. According to the boss's usual style, shouldn't we just break up now?"

"I didn't think about it that much, it's just..." Shanks organized the explanation sentences a little bit blankly, and then began to secretly complain that the nightmare last night had greatly affected his thinking, and he was at a loss for words.

"It is true that we are here to take risks and find treasures. There is no need to leave this weird sea area in a hurry." Beckman lit a cigarette and chased after victory, "But boss, have you ever thought that we are walking with Hawkeye all the way?" What's the consequence? He looks like he's looking for something, so what if he finds it? Hawkeye has no reason to give us his loot, you want nigga to keep schmoozing with your wayward slowing down like this, and finally Then watch you hand over the treasure to the other party?"

This series of questions left Shanks silent.

"Or we can follow along like this, and wait for Hawkeye to find the treasure, and then swarm up to snatch it," Beckman looked at the captain of the Reid who obviously disagreed with this plan, puffed out the smoke ring smartly, and used Shank The interrogation-like persuasion was ended by one of Si's frequent words, "This is the pirate."

The deputy captain of the Reid, who has always been reasonable and considerate, rarely used such a strong and serious tone to attack his captain.Shanks knew in his heart that what Beckman said was reasonable, and that his behavior in the past two days might have been a bit willful, but he still didn't quite understand why Beckman suddenly changed his attitude, so he asked with wandering eyes: "Although it is indeed a bit Ignorant... But I didn't do that much, did I?"

"There's nothing wrong with what the boss did," Beckman nodded, "I think there's something wrong with you, boss."

"What?" Shanks was puzzled.

"How should I describe it..." Beckman snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, "Your enthusiasm for Hawkeye is not the same as usual, it's more like going through an adventure and trying to conquer something... But you admit it's not Want to impress him and ask him to come aboard, so I'm curious what exactly are you conquering?"

Shanks felt even more puzzling, and just smiled casually: "How can there be anything to conquer?"

He probably would not have expected that a year later, when he and Mihawk were both exhausted and lying on the grass, facing the other party's confused "why", the speech about conquest would be so unthinking. Say it.Even though he understood that some words would mean a certain end once they hit the ground, he still gave the answer that might be the worst, or the most reasonable, lightly, with a sense of unreality similar to that in a dream.

At that time, Shanks thought with a smile in his heart that he really had the best vice-captain in the world, maybe Beckman recognized his nature earlier than himself.

What happened a year later is still unpredictable, so facing Beckman's sharp question at this moment, the captain of the red-haired pirates was silent for a long time, and finally repeated again: "I want to chase Hawkeye."

"Understood," Beckman turned and left, "Then I will send the order to turn the rudder to the left."

"Huh?" Shanks froze for a moment, "I haven't explained the reason yet."

"Isn't it good for you to be clear about that kind of thing?" Beckman slightly turned his head, "You are the captain."

Shanks, who was exposed in the same place, felt that the explanation he had just organized felt uncomfortable, and he casually grabbed Lackey who was eating meat and said, "I just went to apologize to Hawkeye, I seemed to offend him yesterday. Not happy anymore."

"By the way, ask him if he added anything to the barbecue. The flavor is very good." Lagi didn't care about the captain's reason at all.

"...Just say goodbye to him on this island." Shanks looked at Jesus Bu next to Lackey and said in a discussing tone.

"Boss, I think the terrain of the island seems to be pretty good, can you let me adjust the new cannon?" Jesus rubbed his hands expectantly.

Shanks suddenly realized that he was the only one who was struggling with Hawkeye. Maybe what Beckman said was right, but it was true that something was wrong with him.But who cares, the big red-haired captain put this little daze behind him in a blink of an eye.

After Mihawk had a general understanding of the situation on the uninhabited island where he was, he caught a pheasant in the woods of the island and brought it back to the beach, where he prepared breakfast and lunch by his own boat.The swordsman rolled up his sleeves, and stuffed various seasonings and edible berries found on the island into the belly of the pheasant that had been plucked and cleaned.He wrapped a whole chicken with wide leaves, buried it in the sand, and then lit a fire on it to cook porridge—this was the most usual food combination when he practiced sword in the mountains of his hometown.

Walking across half of the island is a labor-intensive task. Mihawk was a little hungry. He sat quietly by the fire and began to think about his next move—the island under his feet was also a volcanic island, because it is not often After eruption, the organic matter in the rocks becomes fertile soil, so there are many vegetation and animals.Mihawk thought that he could go into the woods later and pick some edible nuts as a reserve snack for the next few days of voyage. You can also pick some fresh fruits. It will be ready to drink in a month.

Swordsmen don't like to make such careful and piecemeal plans in their spare time. It is not only necessary for life at sea, but also a good way to pass the time.When Shanks set foot on the island and found Mihawk following the aroma, he would never have imagined that the expressionless counterpart was seriously thinking about making snacks and making wine at home.

A digression can probably be mentioned here. Many years later, the swordsman with green algae head held his sword and faced Hawkeye who was slowly walking towards him. His eyes scanned his face calmly for a moment, until Sauron felt that he was about to be unable to bear the invisible pressure and had to draw his sword to face each other to relieve the depression and anxiety in his heart. He heard the world's largest sword Howe asked in a calm and natural tone: "What do you want to eat? I can't think of what to make for lunch."

This was also naturally met with the shark-toothed growl of the young swordsman: "Don't say such things in that tone, okay?!"

The great swordsman who had never been angry looked at the irritable boy beside him in surprise: "Then what do you think I should say, Roronoa?"

"..." Zoro had no choice but to admit that he is indeed unable to surpass Hawkeye in all aspects, even his ability to irritate people is no exception, otherwise that hateful circle eyebrow would not be his opponent long ago.

At this moment, Mihawk heard the approaching footsteps, looked up and saw the red hair flying in the wind not far away, at that moment he felt that he was not surprised, although he confirmed that the other party did not catch up in time, but It seemed reasonable for the red hair to appear in front of him like this.

"Hey, Hawkeye, cooking again!" Shanks smiled and waved his hand.

"...I also wonder why you always appear so timely." Mihawk put the porridge off the fire.

"This, I think it's probably a kind of fate." Shanks sat down next to Mihawk generously, watched the other party extinguish the bonfire, and at the same time emphasized, "But I have already had breakfast!"

Mihawk didn't speak. He dug up the fine sand under the fire, took out the roasted green leaf chicken, pulled out a knife to disintegrate it, and the aroma immediately wafted away.

"...But I haven't tasted this way of eating." Shanks looked at the roast chicken that Mihawk transformed, and immediately changed his mouth.

Before he could finish speaking, a chicken leg was pinched and handed to him by his knuckle fingers.

Shanks stared at the golden chicken leg and the slightly oily hand under it, and he slowly turned his head to look at the owner of the hand—Hawkeye was still expressionless, but Shanks with a guilty conscience could clearly see from the pair of hands. A sentence was read in the unchanged eyes, "I knew this would happen a long time ago."

He accepted Mihawk's kindness in an embarrassing manner, and thanked him a little lonely.

"Why do you look a little unhappy?" Mihawk didn't know Shanks' purpose at all, but asked the redhead who was planning to comfort others with a little concern.

Shanks suddenly felt that his trip was unnecessary, so he gnawed on the chicken leg and remained silent under Mihawk's calm gaze.

"...If it's because I changed the course without saying hello, then I'm sorry?" Mihawk picked up the most likely reason he knew and whispered in a guessing tone.

Shanks suddenly felt that such eagle eyes were very funny, so he held back his smile and continued to bite the chicken leg without saying a word.

"...I didn't expect that you really planned to go with me, did you cause trouble for your navigator?"

Shanks couldn't bear it anymore, bent down and beat the fine sand on the beach and laughed, the gloom in his heart suddenly disappeared at this moment.Mihawk didn't know why, so he simply handed over a bowl of porridge silently, and the red-haired pirate thanked him with a smile, and everything seemed to be back to before this brief parting.

Although he claimed to have had breakfast, the red-haired captain still shared Mihawk's half chicken.It wasn't until the meal was finished that Mihawk looked at the little porridge left in the small pot and suddenly realized that he had already subconsciously made breakfast for two.

This made Mihawk somewhat secretly vigilant, it is better not to develop this habit.

I still remember that Shanks, who should not talk during a meal, thought about the time of the meal, and finally decided to ask when Mihawk started to pack the dishes, "Hawkeye, were you... all right last night?"

Mihawk turned his head in surprise and looked at the nonchalant redhead, "I don't remember what happened last night."

This answer made Shanks feel that his anxiety all night was so stupid. He shook his head with a wry smile, "I also thought that if you were not in a good mood, you would have to fight again."

Mihawk glanced at Shanks unexpectedly: "It's a pleasure to fight you, but I hope that after finding a new knife, Li Qian probably can't bear to fight you again."

"New knife?" Shanks raised his head immediately, but saw Mihawk's lost expression like last night again.

"Yes, I came to this sea just to find that knife." Mihawk stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword at his waist and said in a low voice.

Inexplicably, Shanks felt relieved, and said to himself, "So you didn't come here to find the treasure, so that would be great!"

Mihawk didn't know why, "...The Supreme Sword is obviously a treasure that is not easy to come by."

"That doesn't matter!" Shanks raised his head, showing a relieved smile, "Anyway, it's not a treasure map of gold and jewels!"

Mihawk turned around and silently expressed contempt for the red-haired gaze with his back turned.

"In this way, I can explain to my brothers." Shanks lay down on the beach with big characters, "So, let's go together, Hawkeye!"

Mihawk closed his eyes and meditated for a while while blowing the sea breeze, and finally said, "Since you have chased here, I am afraid you must go together."

"Huh?" Shanks lay down and looked up at Mihawk who was so active.

"I took a look just now. Except for the direction we landed in, the other sea areas adjacent to this uninhabited island are densely packed with rocks and reefs. You should know what this means."

Shanks laughed heartily, "Of course it's adventure and treasure!"

Mihawk suddenly wanted to take a look at the redhead's brain structure.

"Your big ship has to be more careful. But fortunately, it is chasing it, otherwise it might have hit the rocks." Mihawk thought of the flash of worry about the Reid when he climbed up to look at the sea conditions, and he hesitated For a moment, I finally reminded one sentence.

Shanks was suddenly very proud of his decision to insist on finding Hawkeye. He smiled lightly, "That's why it's about adventure and treasure. There must be a lot of sunken ships there!"

"...on the premise that your Reid will not become a wreck."

"Ah," Shanks casually continued to play with the straw hat, "I believe in Red, and I also believe in our navigator."

Mihawk felt that his duty of friendship announcement had been fulfilled, he packed his equipment, got up and walked towards the woods.

"Hey! Hawkeye!" Shanks jumped up, "Wait for me anyway!"

Mihawk didn't stop at all, and walked forward without looking sideways, "Your boat has been parked there for orders, so don't worry about it?"

"If I don't go back, Beckman will let everyone disband, and I will see you when we camp at night." Shanks replied without worry.

Mihawk stopped, turned his head and stared seriously at the red-haired smiling face with gentle brows and eyes, he felt a little cramp in the corner of his mouth, "Why do you still follow me?"

"Well," Shanks scratched at the dazzling red hair, "because you have less chance to talk to the people on the boat."

Mihawk didn't expect that in the eyes of the red hair, he, as an outsider, was actually comparable to the crew of the Reid, and he finally continued his way in silence.