【Eagle Red】Lifetime

In the early morning of the next day, Mihawk, who had never been able to fall asleep again, was lying on the hammock with his eyes closed, and the sound of red-haired sandals stepping on the sand gradually came to his ears clearly.Being hungover and sleep-deprived wasn't good enough, and he was enduring the feeling of being dizzy and not going to get up to say hello.

The hammock shook violently, and Mihawk took off the feather hat that was buttoned on his face, and slowly opened his eyes in dissatisfaction. Shanks' big smiling face, which was less than ten centimeters away from him, made the swordsman even more uncomfortable. Joyed up, "Don't mess around, redhead."

At the same time as this reminder came out, he noticed that the red hair seemed to take a few steps back in surprise. Mihawk didn't know why, so he glanced at Shanks with a stiff expression. He had no curiosity about the other party's abnormal behavior. , I just want to close my eyes and lie down for a while.

"The look in your eyes..." Shanks thought for a long time, but he couldn't find any words to describe his complicated feelings - at the moment when those golden eyes gradually opened, did he see the world?No... maybe everything.

It seems that all the time and space are flying by in an instant, and finally only the golden touch in Mihawk's eyes fills his field of vision. Shanks suddenly feels that his previous 22 years of life have never been so full and empty... He Not knowing what it was, a strange throbbing and the familiar vigilance of danger swept across his back at the same time, making him have to retreat a sufficient distance subconsciously as if he was facing the most dangerous enemy.

"...I understand the meaning of your nickname." Shanks murmured, stretching out his fingers tiredly to press his temple, "I drank too much yesterday..."

Mihawk turned around and snorted softly with his back to Shanks who didn't match his words, and was about to cover his brows with his hat again, but Shanks grabbed his wrist. He had to turn around and look straight at Looking at the other party who has returned to normal.

"I brought hot soup to sober up... But according to my personal experiments, the effect seems not as good as expected." Shanks's other hand shook the jug that was rarely filled with wine, "I think you probably also It won't be too good, and it will be too hard to make breakfast."

"Thank you." Mihawk graciously accepted the redhead's thoughtfulness, he took a pot of hot soup, drank it happily, and immediately lifted his spirits, "It turns out that cabbage soup is so effective for sobering up, your chef Mr. Very powerful."

"Hey? Why do I think it's useless?" The radiant Mihawk shocked Shanks.

That's because you drank too much, Mihawk thought to himself.In the end, he gave up pointing out the truth, sat in the hammock to recover for a while, and was about to greet the other party, but heard Shanks snoring softly.

Mihawk had nothing to say, he stared at Shanks who fell asleep leaning against the tree trunk for a while, and finally lifted him up and gently pushed him into his hammock.Perhaps because he didn't feel any hostility, Shanks was not awakened. The moment he touched the hammock, he turned over consciously and subconsciously adjusted to the most comfortable position. He was so harmless that he didn't look like a famous pirate at all. leader.

When Beckman found his captain, Shanks, who had occupied the magpie's nest, was sleeping carelessly on a hammock full of cross pendants, while the owner of the hammock was reading a newspaper quietly on a tree trunk beside him.

Beckman blew out a smoke ring and nodded to Mihawk who raised his head.He pointed to the distance, motioning to take a step to speak, Mihawk got up quietly, followed the deputy captain of the Reid, and moved away from the sleeping red-haired pirate.

"Our boss is giving you trouble."

"He also took care of me many times. It's hard work chasing people into the mountains in the middle of the night," Mihawk lowered his head slightly, "I'm the one who caused you trouble."

"It's not without gains." The reliable deputy captain of the Reid patted the gun on his waist with a smile. "The boss said that since our friends don't care about such a lame sneak attack, it doesn't matter if the prisoners are released, but the spoils still have to be paid." left."

"That's what you deserve."

Beckman stared at Mihawk's face, not missing any slight changes. In the end, he had to admit that Hawkeye really didn't seem interested in it at all, and he didn't even bother to ask what the spoils were.The boss said that Hawkeye Zhi was not looking for treasure, which seemed to be true.

Mihawk has never had a pirate nature that loves treasures. He has no shortage of Bailey when he goes out to sea, and the wanted by the navy gives him the freedom to rob.If it wasn't for drifting on the sea for too long and lack of food, or if he didn't have enough money to buy necessities, Mihawk would rarely take action to rob money and loot—at most, after drifting at sea for too long, he saw a decent boat to relax. Just survive

So even though he knew that the red-haired deputy must mean something, he couldn't figure out its true meaning.

Beckman, who was caught in a certain cold situation, had to find another topic: "The boss gave us the captain's order last night. This is the only time in half a year."

Mihawk was a little surprised. Although he walked alone, he also understood the weight of the words "Captain's order".

"It's not a big deal," Beckman lit another cigarette, "ordered everyone to sleep with their eyes closed and have sweet dreams, and he took on the night duty for the second half of the night."

Mihawk immediately understood why the redhead came to wake him up early, and fell asleep without saying a word, "I was the one who woke you up, sorry."

"...It's just that the boss wants to be a hero." Beckman suddenly discovered something in common between the captain and Hawkeye—at least in key matters, the two of them don't like to let others share the burden for them. .

Of course, Mihawk could hear the undisguised love for red hair in Beckman's tone. He didn't think he had the position and need to evaluate this kind of thing, so he just replied casually: "No wonder he said hangover soup is useless .”

Beckman suddenly became curious about what his captain had said to Hawkeye these days.Hawkeye was obviously not a talkative guy, but their leader was a boisterous one.Beckman had an intuition that Mihawk might be a bit like himself before he met Shanks, but after a few contacts, he overturned this idea.

This is like the difference between a lone wolf and a lone eagle. Both can live proudly, vigilantly, and vigorously in the endless land or sky, but the former longs to live in groups and partners in his heart. Once he meets a suitable pack of wolves, Will be willing to integrate into it.The latter takes solitude as its glory. Once it spreads its wings and soars in the sky, it is impossible to retract its wings and be with anyone else.In the world of eagles, there is no need for friends and kindred, but food and enemies are enough.

Beckman snuffed out his thoughts and the cigarette in hand, "Everyone is not in a good condition, and the departure will be in the afternoon. I will go to arrange some things first. The boss is still sleeping here, so I have to trouble you to take care of him." .”

"You're welcome." Mihawk maintained the politeness he had when he first met Beckman.

Many years later, Shanks would occasionally hear young people admiringly mentioning how elegant and powerful Mihawk Hawkeye, the world's number one swordsman, was. Will nod from the bottom of my heart.

In Shanks' view, it is not difficult to draw a sword and cut a ship. There are so many brave pirates on the great route, but except for Hawkeye, he can't think of anyone else who can be like him, without relying on his companions. I have spent half my life wandering between the blue sea and blue sky, not to mention being so calm and elegant.

The test that the sea gives people is far more than mere force. It is definitely not as easy to have all kinds of meticulous survival skills as simply improving combat ability. Putting all these things aside, what is even rarer is the state of mind that is always alone but never lonely.

Compared with defeating the strong, it is more difficult to control the sea, and Mihawk has taken care of both of them understatement, so even though Shanks sees Mihawk every time, the other party either draws his sword or faces him. He was cooking, but in his memory, this old friend was still the most elegant among all the people he knew.

So many years ago, when Shanks opened his eyes lying in a gorgeous hammock, the first thing he saw was still Mihawk who was not far away, cooking soup and steaming rice gracefully.The red-haired man with a hangover and a headache jumped down carelessly from the hammock, but he didn't notice that his belt was pinned by a few cross-shaped tassels on the hammock, and the sudden force made Shanks turn his head upside down as the hammock turned. I planted it on the soft beach and filled my mouth with sand.

Mihawk, who heard the voice, looked back and saw the red-haired look in distress. Shanks was suddenly glad that his friend had been calm all the time, otherwise he would have been ridiculed even more shamelessly.

Mihawk slowly poured half a jug of water, and then stepped forward to help the other party untie the entangled belt and tassels. After Shanks was finally free, he handed over the water in time for the other party to rinse off The sand in the mouth.Shanks let out a big breath, and said with a sneer: "I was still a little sleepy, but now I am fully awake!"

Mihawk made no comment, and calmly walked back to the fire to continue cooking his own soup. Shanks also sat beside him, complaining: "You hammock, it's a skill to get used to sleeping."

Mihawk responded flatly, "At least I've never fallen like this before."

Shanks had no choice but to change the culprit from Mihawk's hammock to his own belt in frustration, and sighed with his dull head.

Mihawk served hot soup again and blocked the redhead's mouth, "Jellyfish soup to sober up, I hope it will have an effect on you."

Shanks took the soup bowl and watched Mihawk unload the grill and put a small and delicate iron plate on the fire. He looked at the iron plate with multiple concave hemispheres with some expectation ,"What are you doing?"

Mihawk held up the small basin with the windshield hanging on it in one hand, and stirred the prepared batter in the basin with chopsticks in the other hand, "I caught some seafood and wanted to make takoyaki. There were rice, shrimp and crab on the fire next to it." , leave it for you."

Shanks immediately went to serve the rice, grabbed a big crab and started lunch.The rice grains that are neither soft nor hard are steamed just right, and the seafood boiled in seawater is at its most delicious time. They are placed high on the fire that is not too hot to maintain the most suitable temperature.Shanks wolfed down the food extremely contentedly, and from time to time peeked at the octopus balls that Hawkeye was turning over on the iron plate.

The first batch of takoyaki was finished quickly. Mihawk brushed the sauce unhurriedly, sprinkled fresh seaweed, stuck one with a knife and tasted it, and then put most of the rest in the Put it in the oil paper bag and handed it to Shanks.

"Hawkeye..." Shanks swallowed a few balls in one gulp, tears almost flowed from the heat, but he couldn't care less about chewing on the delicious food, he mumbled, "Isn't this thing difficult to handle? Your life is so well organized."

"It's not difficult to make takoyaki. I like its taste, so I studied it." Mihawk inserted a knife into the remaining takoyaki on the iron plate and handed it into his mouth. He also said vaguely, "It's rare to land on the land. , of course you can’t treat yourself badly.”

For the first time, Shanks knew that Mihawk also had a favorite food, and it was such a childish thing. "How about making it and eating it in two days?" He made an unreasonable request a little shamelessly.

"The fuel box on the ship is not suitable for roasting this kind of thing." Mihawk turned his gaze to the sea level, "When you leave Rigwhite and arrive at the Chambord Islands, you will have the opportunity to eat the authentic and delicious takoyaki of the murlocs. It must be much better than this."

This must be because Mihawk himself was thinking about the takoyaki in the Chambord Islands. Shanks smacked his lips, and suddenly found the reason why he had been vaguely thinking about it, "Huh? There is no wine here..."

"...Go back to the boat and have a drink later. Your deputy captain is waiting for your order to lift the anchor." Mihawk reminded helplessly.

"Then see you later! You promised to go together, so you can't slip away earlier!" Shanks tightly grasped the paper bag of takoyaki, put the last big crab in his mouth, turned around and left Go, leave no chance for Mihawk to refuse.

Mihawk didn't watch the other party's back, and wiped out the last two balls on the iron plate, and began to pack the hammock and kitchen utensils, making preparations before sailing.

In the next few days, the small coffin ship and the Reid maintained a good tacit understanding. By constantly using the characteristic large reefs and small islands as new references, Mihawk basically maintained the goal of moving towards eleven o'clock. The original intention of the direction.

Compared with the previous situation of being unilaterally taken advantage of by someone eating and drinking, after entering the reef belt, Mihawk and the red-haired pirates have really established a relationship of mutual assistance and mutual benefit.

Mihawk readily agreed to a request made by Beckman and conveyed through the mouth of the red hair——going ahead to help the Reid explore the hidden reefs under the sea.

This alternative idea is not difficult to operate, as long as his ship and the Reid send another small boat to go side by side at a distance of ten meters, and then hang a large fishing net with lead weights on the stern of the two boats.The pirates adjusted the weight of the lead weight so that the depth of the fishing net sinking underwater was higher than the draft of the Reid, and the distance between the two small boats was also a little wider than the hull of the Reid. If it encounters an obstacle, it means that the Reid following behind can sail with confidence.

"We originally had two boats, but one was broken by you..." Shanks who made the request looked at Mihawk and frowned, and quickly added, "So if you don't help, we will be in big trouble!"

"Although my boat is small, it is also a sailing boat." Mihawk didn't think about refusing, but reminded a detail, "Do you want to send a small wooden boat rowed by manpower to maintain the same speed as mine? ?”

"Don't underestimate our boatman!" Shanks smiled proudly, "He just remodeled the wooden boat a little bit. Although he can't compare with your sturdy little guy, he will overhaul and maintain it every day and serve as a small sailboat for a few days. No problem yet."

"Then I'm fine, but the pace of progress will be slower."

"As long as you're not in a hurry," Shanks handed the old map that Beckman found to Mihawk, showing a cheerful smile, "so I'll give this to you! Of course, the direction of progress is also up to you to decide La!"

Mihawk took over the map seriously, unlike the bounty hunters last time, in an unfamiliar sea area without sunlight and pointers, only an old map that had long since expired was used to determine the course and sail to a fixed target , which is not an easy task anyway.

Mihawk carefully identified the signs and scales on the map, and finally secretly affirmed that Beckman is indeed a shrewd talent. The red-haired pirates are just passing through this sea, and they are different from themselves who came to look for the knife.But Mihawk, who thought he had done enough preparations, failed to find a map belonging to this changeable sea area, which was too rare.

Mihawk believes that this detailed map and a notebook he has worked so hard to obtain should belong to the same era. Many previous descriptions about Ragwhite that puzzled him were suddenly enlightened because he could intuitively compare the map.

When he turned his gaze to the lower right corner of the map, he immediately understood how generous the redhead was.He read the signature of the flamboyant painter: Dias? Henrique (Dias? Henrique).

"Thank you, this map is very useful to me, maybe it will be the key to find Ye."

"That's the best!" The corner of Shanks' mouth grinned in a big arc. Since it is so important, it should be enough to exchange my three meals for the previous and next few days, right? ! "

Mihawk suddenly felt that the little gratitude in his heart disappeared, "I thought that the fact that you came to eat would not change because of anything."

"It's better to be more at ease," Shanks muttered and emphasized, "Actually, I'd still be embarrassed..."

After Mihawk pointed out the direction of advance, he drove Shanks back to the small boat transformed by the red-haired pirates, and motioned for the other party to quickly row ten meters away and set sail together.

At first, it was not easy to master the speed of advancing together. Shanks' small sailboat was not so standard and easy to use, and the fishing net pulled between the two boats was a little bit hard, and the two boats were often pulled closer.

But they are all experienced pirates after all. Shanks and Mihawk didn't even use the little phone bug that Beckman prepared for them, and they gradually achieved perfect coordination in the silent care of each other.

(Note: The setting that Uncle Ying likes to eat takoyaki comes from the title page of chapter 590 of the original manga, see the picture below

The principle of the fishing net reef detector is shown in the figure below