【Eagle Red】Lifetime

At dinner, after Shanks gave the order to furl the sails and drop anchor, he went straight to Hawkeye's boat. If someone who didn't know saw his overly excited expression at this time, they might think that he was going to To meet a crush confidant who fell in love at first sight.

"What do you want to eat?" Shanks tied the wooden boat behind Mihawk's coffin boat, jumped onto his special seat with a wine jar and wine glass, and sat cross-legged with a happy face.

"Sashimi." Mihawk put aside the newspaper he had read.

"Huh? Where's the fish?" Shanks, who kept turning his head to look at Mihawk all afternoon, didn't notice that he had caught fish.

Mihawk stood up and bent down to pull up the big fishing net tied to the stern of his boat. Sure enough, during the half-day sailing time, there were already a lot of fish hanging on it, and there were a few crabs trying to break the fishing net with their claws.

The swordsman first took out the rope, tied the crabs and threw them into the pot, and carefully identified the types of sea fish of various colors. He threw most of them into the bamboo basket and onto Shanks' boat, and the remaining few were in the pot. The small chopping board flicked its tail.

"Is this okay too? Thank you for thinking..." Shanks was stunned at the bow.

The red-haired pirate watched his friend untie the all-purpose knife and held it in his hand, and looked at himself with strange eyes before slaughtering the fish: "Isn't the main function of the fishing net to catch fish? I suggest you put that knife first. The basket fish will be given to your Mr. Chef."

Shanks scratched his red hair with some shame, and left the deck of the boat where he was just sitting on the heat: "Then I'll go first!"

When he climbed onto the big boat and handed over a large bamboo basket with live fish, he finally saw the surprised expressions of his always wise vice-captain, cook, and other cadres and crew members with a balanced mind.

"Where do you get so many fish?" The chef asked first.

"Of course it was hung by the big fishing net," Shanks smiled and looked at the suddenly realized deputy. "Didn't you come up with this idea? Why are you surprised, Beckman?"

"I didn't think about getting the ingredients... I just thought that the fishing net was big enough to catch the reef and warn in advance." Beckman sighed clearly, "Is it Hawkeye who asked the boss to deliver the fish? A man who walks alone on the great route is so comprehensive."

Shanks suddenly restrained his smile, and once again felt some kind of subtle emotion that was vaguely present.Finally, he showed a proud smile: "Ha! This time everyone has fish too! Don't mind if I go to eat alone!"

This immediately aroused dissatisfied protests from his dear companions. The red-haired man laughed and supported the bulwark, jumped down from a high place like a big bird, and landed lightly back on the small wooden boat.

When Shanks jumped back on Mihawk's boat again, the small chopping boards in front of him were small plates containing thick soy sauce and green mustard, and the few live fish just now had also turned into plates Sliced ​​sashimi.

Shanks clapped his hands, "This is too fast, then I'll start!"

Mihawk signaled the other party to go easy, but he took a sip of the strong wine without changing his face while holding the wooden barrel wine glass brought by Shanks.

Shanks, who discovered this detail, was very happy. He held up the glass that had been filled by Hawkeye in front of him, "Cheers!"

Mihawk took another sip silently, put down the cup, spread wasabi evenly on the sashimi on his plate, dipped it in soy sauce and poured it into his mouth.

Shanks watched coldly, and couldn't help feeling like he was facing a nobleman—it would be more perfect if Hawkeye tasted red wine with his own goblet.

"You actually drank rum from my glass." He casually mixed wasabi and soy sauce on the sashimi and started to gobble it up.

"Instead of waiting for you to ask, it's better to be conscious." Mihawk raised his eyebrows.

"You've always been so..." Shanks hesitated, "So friendly?"

"Others?" Mihawk was surprised, but his focus was different from Shanks', "I've never had anyone around me."

"What about me?"

Mihawk lowered his head to apply seasoning to his sashimi, and Shanks, who was sitting low, followed him, this time he didn't want to miss the right expression.

Mihawk put the sashimi into his mouth, chewed and swallowed slowly, and then raised his head. He looked directly at Shanks' searching eyes, "This seems to be the first time you talked so much when I was eating. But I Can't figure out what the point of this question is."

Shanks was speechless for a moment.

Mihawk didn't care about the other party's reaction, and answered frankly: "I'm just doing what makes me most comfortable."

Shanks can be sure that this is the truth, and he feels that he should be greatly relieved, but he has to admit that this most reasonable answer makes him feel a little frustrated.He lowered his head and asked a little reluctantly: "In other words, it doesn't matter who is here?"

Mihawk hesitated for a moment, and replied tactfully: "At least now I have to talk to people every day."

Shanks suddenly pulled the straw hat on his head, and continued to wipe out the sashimi on the plate.

Mihawk began to feel that Shanks was drinking a little more aggressively than usual tonight. He couldn't see the expression of the silent redhead under the straw hat, but he was still keenly aware of the inexplicable unhappiness of the other party.But compared to these, it is more important to add the tea leaves to the water that is just heated on the stove. After eating seafood, you need to drink some barley tea to get rid of the fishy smell.

When Shanks was full, a cup of hot tea was pushed in front of him by his slender fingertips.The strong smell of wheat wafted into Shanks' nose, and he had to feel his friend's exquisite life again.

No matter what kind of thoughts Mihawk himself has, Shanks must admit that in the three or four days when he met Hawkeye, he has received the most thoughtful care since he became a pirate. It also disappeared in an instant.

"I've never had such an elaborate meal in my life." He admired sincerely.

"It's just a daily routine." Mihawk held the teacup in his hands and sat on the seat with his feet up, with a bit of regret in his tone. "Next time I go ashore, I need to stock up on a few more condiments."

"Hawkeye, I'm a little curious," the captain of the Reid put his hand on his chin inquiringly, and leaned forward with his whole body, "What are you thinking about while you're sitting like this?"

Mihawk felt that today's redhead was extremely curious, "I'm calculating the direction of tomorrow."

"I mean, what did you do every day before you met us?"

Mihawk summed it up in his head, and finally replied: "Dangerous seas should always hold the sails. In calm seas, you can have breakfast, read newspapers, make lunch, practice knives, make dinner, plan the next course, and sleep."

"It's not boring?" Shanks was amazed that the other party arranged such a fulfilling life at sea.

"If I'm extra free, I'll think about the recipe for the next meal. The types of ingredients on the boat are monotonous, so I need to arrange it carefully."

Shanks thinks that apart from loving Mihawk's cooking, what he likes the most is probably the other's good quality of answering questions. Hawkeye never seems to feel that there is anything in his life that needs to be hidden.The red-haired captain was a little thankful that he wasn't blinded by the other party's seemingly indifferent temperament at the beginning. His friend was such a clean and straightforward person, maybe he was more candid than himself.

To be honest... the red-haired pirate suddenly made up his mind. He held onto the straw hat on his head and looked up at Mihawk: "I probably really like people like you, Hawkeye!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt inexplicably relaxed.It was obviously just an insignificant sentence, Shanks suddenly couldn't figure out what he was struggling with.Even if this person's style is so different from his own, he shouldn't always try his best to deny the fact that they get along well and that he wants to know each other better.

It's inexplicably stupid.Shanks secretly quoted a sentence he was often said by Mr. Raleigh many years ago to evaluate his mental activities since the day.

Mihawk looked seriously at Shanks' bright eyes in the night, "I don't want to get on someone else's boat."

"I know. But it's great that we can be friends!" Shanks smiled happily and easily, "I'm going back to sleep."

He waved his hand, and confidently walked away with the steamed crab supper that Mihawk had prepared for him.

Mihawk watched the red-haired rowing away when his mood suddenly improved, then lowered his head again, and continued to calculate the course of the next day in his heart. The quiet and monotonous daily life seemed to be faintly tainted with bright red. vivid.

There were no major events worth emphasizing in the itinerary for the next few days. The sea full of reefs would not allow the Reid to move forward smoothly, but the fishing net warning device and the brand-new large-caliber steel cannon successfully resolved various natural roadblocks ahead.

Sniper Jesus Bu is one of the most fulfilled people these days. He just guards the fort with peace of mind, waiting for the boss or Hawkeye to call to show his skills.

Once Lagi was extremely bored and wanted to join in the fun. Jesus Bu adjusted the angle of the cannon muzzle uneasy, and was only willing to give the fat man the right to ignite.But his friend was very displeased with such caution, and took advantage of the opportunity when Jesus Bu confirmed the location of the reef with the boss through the phone bug, he secretly nudged the barrel, and then ignited and fired.

So, the cannonball that was supposed to hit the reef hit the small coffin boat.Mihawk looked back vigilantly, drew out his knife suddenly, and the seawater splashed suddenly, forming two water walls several meters high, which collided with the oncoming shells and then collapsed. to the target rock.

However, the shell whose fuze was extinguished by the seawater did not explode. Mihawk retracted his knife and watched the squib hit a rock and fell into the sea again, regretting that he still missed a little bit.

This series of changes happened in a very short period of time. Shanks lost the phone bug and was about to draw his sword to solve the trouble caused by his own crew. He couldn't help laughing when he saw the shell that fell into the water.He stretched out his hands to his lips, and said loudly to Mihawk: "Just now Lackey missed the shell! I'm so sorry! Hawkeye!"

Mihawk could easily hear the schadenfreude in this insincere apology, he drew his knife again expressionlessly, and the reef that had just escaped the catastrophe and the underwater part burst into pieces Open, the gravel flew out powerfully, and several of them hit Shanks directly.

Shanks stood on the boat and suffered a few moderate impacts on his body. He pulled out the small phone bug receiver that rang "Puru-Puru-Puru", and Mihawk's calm voice came over: "I just tried too hard. I'm so sorry, redhead."

At the same time, on the Reid, the fat man with a bald head was humming and accepting the accusations from Beckman and Jesus Bu. It seems that Jesus Bu's fist was heavier than the few small stones that attacked their captain. too much.

"It's too idle." Lackey gnawed on the meat and complained with a mournful face. "It's been several days. There are no enemies and no adventures. I finally ran into two bounty hunters, but they fled without fighting."

"That's your own problem," Beckman let out a smoke ring leisurely, "This is the base of the archipelago, the sea is so shallow, and the boat moves slowly. You can earn some pocket money by diving down to find some antiques from the sunken ship. .”

"The ivory wooden comb I picked up is going to be sent to my wife together with the next letter." Jesus Bu smiled silly, and then sighed, "But the sea mail service on the great route is too bad, I don't know yet Can it be sent? I have only received one reply in the past few years."

"Sea mail with navy monitoring is not for pirates. It would be nice if it can be delivered once," Lackey impatiently spat out the gnawed bones into the sea, "And your precious son should now Will you call me daddy?"

"How can a bachelor like you understand the happiness and concern of a man with a sense of responsibility?!" Jesus Budi proudly introduced countless times, "My wife said that the longer my son grows, the more he looks like me except for the nose. He must be a man in the future." Nice lad!"

Lackey ignored the nostalgic Jesus Bu. He hesitated for a long time looking at the water below the Reid, and finally retreated to the middle of the deck. "Forget it. My size and diving skills are too poor."

"It's a pity that you are still a pirate!" Jesus Bu laughed at his partner, "Shouldn't the fat man be very good at holding his breath?"

"What do you know? Fat people consume more oxygen than ordinary people! Besides, they are still underwater!" Lagi corrected Jesus Bu's absurd thoughts straightforwardly.

Aside from the bickering of the two people on the boat, the boss of the red-haired pirates felt the two contradictory feelings of Jesus Bu's satisfaction and Lackey's boredom at the same time.

After he finally affirmed his appreciation for Hawkeye, it became much more natural when facing each other.Indeed, as Hawkeye said, he has no position to interfere with other people's freedom, but no matter what pasts and dreams they each carry, and how many differences in personality they have, it does not prevent them from peacefully communicating before leaving this sea area.

Even in the future, they have no reason to stand on opposite sides. Pirates’ eternal enemies are only the world government and the navy. Shanks even imagined that after they parted ways, he and Mihawk could still maintain regular fights.

It's not that Shanks doesn't understand that swords have no eyes, and he will try to avoid drawing swords on people when it is not necessary.But if that person is Hawkeye, he feels that even if it is a duel with all their strength, they will not hurt each other.

Mihawk gradually found that the red-haired person who came to eat on his boat every day was eating more and more slowly, and the other party also began to chat about miscellaneous gossips during meals, so the speed was slower than himself who had always eaten leisurely.Whenever Shanks puts his hands together and says "I'm done", he's usually already made tea or hangover soup - the latter usually occurs when he's coaxed by Shanks to down a large glass of rum in one gulp After drinking.Mihawk is a very restrained person, but he has to admit that under the influence of the alcoholic red hair, his drinking capacity and interest in drinking have made great progress.

The biggest change for Shanks is that he actually started to be interested in newspapers - at first he was just curious why Mihawk always held a boring newspaper and read it all morning, Hawkeye's answer to this was "Look Storm warning and killing time".

Shanks once again lamented the hard work of sailing alone, and took away the newspaper that Mihawk had read during lunch.Facts have proved that he still lacks the patience to read newspapers, whether it is the condemnation of pirates by the world government, the analysis of the various spheres of influence of the great sea route by a special author, or the weather forecast and advertisements for mail orders at sea.

But that doesn't mean the newspaper is useless, at least it can make a red-haired man who has had a drink in the afternoon fall asleep quickly after reading a few lines.When Shanks wakes up in good spirits, he will see that Mihawk, who is separated from him by a fishing net, has started to make a fire for dinner, and Beckman's advice that "Hawkeye should not share more things" Has long been thrown out of the sky by Shanks.

The deputy captain of the Reid had requested to change shifts with the captain several times, but was rejected by Shanks, "Hawkeye is indeed a person, but the Navy has recognized his independent existence, so he is a captain. The captain's respect for the captain Communication is equal."

Beckman looked in amazement at the boss who had learned to speak the truth within a few days, and had to admit that the official language in the newspaper could indeed influence people unconsciously.

Jesus Bu complained that Hawkeye only had two words every time he called, and he would hang up immediately after indicating the direction and distance of the target reef respectively.This kind of alienation makes people feel a lot of pressure. He hopes that his boss will sleep less and observe the sea conditions more.

"I've been trying to make that guy more cheerful, don't you think he's talking more than before?" Shanks answered irrelevantly.

"We don't have a chance to talk to Hawkeye." Jesus Bu reminded, but their captain turned away with a sense of accomplishment.