【Eagle Red】Lifetime

Unknowingly, the lazy voyage has continued until the seventh evening after they entered the reef belt. When Shanks jumped on the small coffin boat with anticipation, Mihawk was preparing to continue processing the soaked fungus.

"Cold salad this time?" Shanks remembered that he had already eaten a meal of Mushu pork fried rice.

"The last one picked last time," Mihawk didn't look up, "let's destroy it before we part."

"Separate?!" Shanks was taken aback.

Mihawk put the fungus aside, spread out the old map Shanks gave him, and pointed to a certain point on the parchment: "If I don't miscalculate the course, we can leave the reef belt tomorrow morning and take the Shanghai flow."

"……what does that mean?"

"We will arrive at Days Island soon, I will stay there, and you can continue to Pitty Town." Mihawk explained calmly.

"It's so fast..." Shanks, who was silent for a while, calmly accepted the inevitable fact.

"We have been traveling for seven days," Mihawk reminded him. "The mileage of the seven days of sailing is not as long as the two days when we first entered Rigwhite."

"A place full of rocks can't help it." Shanks replied casually, lifted the wine jar and filled himself and Hawkeye with wine, "...In that case, I'm going to drink to my heart's content tonight, hahaha!"

"Which time did you not enjoy yourself?" Mihawk didn't refuse, and had a heavy drink with Shanks.

"It's really bothering you these days!" After drinking a large glass of wine, Shanks beamed again.

"It's nothing. I've received a lot of care from you, too."

"...It's boring to be so polite." Shanks took the bowl from Mihawk - the main meal of this meal was crab roe and fish noodles. Before moving his chopsticks, he drank a mouthful of thick and fresh noodle soup.

"I forgot to drink, I shouldn't be making noodle soup." Mihawk regretfully realized his mistake.

While he was talking, Shanks had already picked up a chopstick of noodles happily, and ate it loudly, "How can there be so much attention?! It's delicious!"

Mihawk has gotten used to the red-haired life style, and silently raised the bowl and chopsticks.

Shanks had a very silent meal, during which he just continued to refill his wine, except for the one before the meal, he didn't even persuade Hawkeye to drink a second glass.

This made Mihawk a little unaccustomed to it. He found that he was easily influenced by others and made changes.He and Redhead have known each other for just ten days, and during these ten days, he may have spoken more than the previous two years combined, and drank more wine than the sum of his previous life.

Now, the red hair seems to have returned to the state of eating in silence when he jumped into his boat ten days ago, but Mihawk can't help but pretend that these ten days have never happened.

"Do you want to say something?" Mihawk refilled himself a glass of wine, and rarely asked the initiative.

"Huh?" Shanks raised his head with a mouthful of noodles, looked at his friend unexpectedly, and mumbled, "Noodles are delicious!"

Mihawk gave up the inquiry, and said again: "You will probably arrive at Pitty Town before me, don't forget that it is an island belonging to bounty hunters."

"I don't think they can be regarded as opponents." The red-haired captain showed a hearty smile, "To be my opponent, at least you must reach your level, Hawkeye!"

"...Didn't you notice that someone was spying on us when we landed on the big island?"

"I noticed!" Shanks, who was full, put down his bowl and chopsticks heavily, "Beckman and Lackey once took their brothers to fight, but those guys ran away immediately, it's really unpleasant."

"Locals naturally have their advantages," Mihawk began to pack the tableware, "you should be more cautious."

"...You who are alone should worry about this more? I should remind you of this first." Shanks couldn't help but lamented Mihawk's thoughtfulness again in his heart.

"Your goals are relatively big." Mihawk spread his hands, "Besides, I have been looking forward to meeting a few more strong people."

"Among the guys who start shaking at the sound of your name?"

"Rigwhite has no navy stationed, and the world government has given them the privilege of independence and salvaging sunken ships, which also means that they are left to fend for themselves." Mihawk narrowed his eyes slightly, "But as a certain route on the great route Not only has Pitty Town existed safely, but it has also been recognized as the island of bounty hunters. Moreover, a world-renowned great swordsman was born here.”

"I can see that the last sentence is the reason why you are interested in talking." Shanks shrugged after knowing Mihawk's temper, "But I have always been curious, you said that your goal is to become the world's number one swordsman , but who is the strongest person you want to surpass?"

"do not know."

Shanks choked on the wine and coughed for a long time, "What kind of answer is this?!"

"The former sword masters were scattered all over the world, and they may never have the chance to meet each other in their entire lives. It is often difficult to define who is stronger." Mihawk lowered his head, his eyes gliding over the knife at his waist, " But I was born in a good time, and the words of One Piece changed too many things."

Shanks restrained his smile, and drank the last sip of the remaining wine: "Indeed, the powerful in this world are all on this great voyage, just like Captain Roger said, he will never die, his will will never die. There will always be someone suitable to inherit."

"Hawkeye! Be a guest on my ship again!" The red-haired man held out his hand to his friend, "Thank you, Captain Roger, for giving us the chance to meet!"

Mihawk tilted his head slightly. He didn't have any deep feelings for One Piece, but he also felt a trace of inexplicable joy for Red Hair's nonsensical thanks.

"Okay." He looked at the swaying sea and said softly.

Shanks was ready to be soft and tough, but he didn't expect Hawkeye to agree so simply.

"According to my calculations, it takes nearly two days to get out of the reef and arrive at Days Island, but if you take your big boat, one day is enough." Mihawk stood up, "So thank you for your hospitality."

Shanks suddenly wanted to take back his invitation, and muttered in frustration, "I thought we were going to separate soon after hearing what you said."

"Oh?" Mihawk raised his eyebrows, looked down at the deflection angle of the candle flames on the coffin boat, and judged the wind direction, "Tomorrow is likely to be a favorable wind, if you are in a hurry, we can still open the sails after taking the current. That would be faster."

"It doesn't matter what direction the wind is! Don't! Absolutely don't speed up!" Shanks waved his hand vigorously in front of Mihawk, "Since it's on my boat, it's up to me to decide!"

"I'm not in such a hurry, everything is up to you." Mihawk straightened the hat on his head, showing an imperceptible smile.

Mihawk boarded the Reid with Shanks again, and saw Beckman coming to greet him.When he gave the news that he was about to leave the reef, the whole ship burst into cheers.

Lackey was especially happy to jump up to celebrate the end of this voyage that was walking on thin ice. Fatty's body fell down, causing the deck to rattle.Jesus Bu vigorously held him down, "Don't jump along! Reid can't stand it!"

"Red isn't as weak as you!" Lackey fought for Shanks' approval dissatisfiedly, "Isn't it, boss?"

"Is Jesus lost because he can no longer fire?" Shanks waved his arm, "Then to celebrate that we finally got out of this damn area, go fire some cannons to celebrate!"

So the only member of the red-haired pirates who was not happy with the news brought by Mihawk also ran to the fort happily.

Mihawk stood quietly, watching the red hair and his crew happily discussing the next voyage plan.Beckman approached with a smile: "The boss has been hungover in the morning and sleeps in the afternoon. I have to trouble you these days."

"It's okay." Mihawk nodded slightly, "I will bother you in the next day."

"I arranged for someone to clean the cabin, so you can go to rest first."

Mihawk thought from the bottom of his heart that the deputy captain of the Reid was much more considerate than the redhead himself.

During the carnival of the whole ship in the evening, Shanks, holding a cup in both hands, turned around several times but did not see Mihawk.

"Where's Hawkeye?" Shanks, who was thinking for a moment, accurately found the deputy who was drinking alone at the bow, "Where did you put him?"

"So our guests are too rude?" Beckman lit a cigarette, "Probably in the cabin."

"...I know you are meddling in your own business!" Shanks sat beside Beckman with a little disappointment.

"When that kind of person is with you, the boss, it's simply unilaterally destroyed." Beckman unceremoniously issued accusations to his boss.

"Ha!" Shanks laughed nonchalantly, "When I invited you to board the boat, you also said 'I don't want to be tortured by you every day', didn't we still come together today?"

"That's different." Beckman held up the wine bottle and knocked Shanks down the glass. "Hawkeye is different from me. I think the boss knows best."

However, there was no response to these words for a long time. Shanks silently drank a large glass of wine, looked up at the night.The haze of Regal White weighed down heavily, and there was still the endless darkness ahead, and the sea water gently slapped the hull of the ship, as if this would be a never-ending voyage.

"Yeah, he is different from anyone else." Shanks smiled, stood up and patted Beckman on the shoulder, "But you are also unique, how can there be two identical people in the world?"

Beckman watched the back of the red-haired man go away. His black cloak fluttered flamboyantly in the night, like the waves of the sea, making people want to look up in vain.However, in the next second, his captain immediately resumed his dancing posture, blending into the lively carnival on the deck, and the majestic momentum was fleeting.

"Bad rhetoric." Beckman quietly commented on his boss with a cigarette in his mouth. This is not a good way to comfort people.

In the early morning, Mihawk came to the deck in high spirits and saw Shanks sitting motionless in front of him.He stepped over the red-haired man who was blocking the way without any surprise, but his hind feet were firmly grasped by the other party.

Mihawk had to put his feet between Shanks's spread legs, lowered his head to look down at each other: "What's the matter?"

Shanks continued to raise his hand, grabbed Mihawk's arm, stood up with strength, and smiled a little tiredly: "I have a headache... I just want to find someone to help me. Let's go to breakfast together, Hawkeye !"

Mihawk, who served as the armrest, decided not to care about like a drunk. He looked up at the pirate flag flying on the mast, "Today is indeed a favorable wind."

Shanks became sober for a while. He glanced at the furled sail of the Reid, pushed Mihawk with his shoulder, and said with a smile, "You still want to rush to that island to find the knife?"

Mihawk backed away half a step, avoiding the contact without a trace, "If I had been so impatient, I wouldn't have dragged myself to this sea until now."

"That's good, let Red continue to float along!" Shanks put his arms on Mihawk's shoulders openly, "I'm a little unsteady... Help me, Hawkeye!"

Mihawk's body tensed instantly, but in the end he surrendered. He gently supported Shanks' shoulder leaning over: "...Did you drink until dawn?"

"Who knows," Shanks scratched his head with the other hand, his tone was very uncertain, "Maybe he fell asleep in the middle of the night..."

The arm supporting his shoulder seemed to exert a little more strength, and Shanks pushed forward, "I thought I would see you at the banquet before we parted."

"..."

"Hey! Hawkeye, so you will have a drink with me later?"

Mihawk stopped suddenly, let go of the hand that was holding Shanks, raised his palm and slammed a hand knife to the back of the red-haired man's neck.

Shanks staggered unexpectedly and almost fell to the deck.He stood up straight with his neck in a daze, and looked back at the expressionless Mihawk: "...what are you doing?"

Mihawk frowned: "It's a light hand."

"Huh?" Shanks tilted his head wobbly, "Do you really want to knock me out?"

"I think it's the best way to prevent your drunken gaffe."

"Drunken gaffes are not like that!" Shanks hiccupped, smiled inexplicably, and rushed towards Mihawk who was a step away.

Mihawk quickly took a step back and leaned against the bulwark behind him. However, he didn't expect that the red hair would not stop at all, and he still rushed straight forward, stretching out both hands without hesitation, He circled his defenseless arms together with his body.

Mihawk, whose arms were imprisoned, frowned. Looking at the red-haired man, whose legs were dragging on the ground and putting all his weight on his ribs, this unknown guy raised his head and smiled brightly at him. : "If you lose your composure, at least you have to go to this level?"

Mihawk was so surprised that he couldn't speak for a while, Shanks' hair was pressing against his naked abdomen, with a warm and itchy feeling.He waited for the red hair to move away by himself, but the red hair seemed to have decided that his waist was a good support, so he had to rub it hard.

The time seemed a little too long, but Mihawk felt that his patience had never been exhausted so quickly. Before Shanks could make any further moves, he finally couldn't help but say, "Red hair!"

However, when he lowered his head, he saw the contented sleeping face on Shanks' side face, with half a drop of saliva hanging from the corner of his slightly upturned mouth.

In the tenth day of acquaintance with Shanks, Mihawk's anger value completely exploded for the first time. He decisively raised his leg and kicked Shanks, who was comfortably wrapped around the human pillow, and let the opponent's whole body be shot On the deck, at the moment when the red-haired pirate woke up from a start, he cleanly made up a very heavy hand knife, and this time he finally successfully knocked the opponent unconscious.

This is exactly the time when the crew on the Reid went to have breakfast as usual, and most of the red-haired pirates witnessed their guests striding past everyone in the opposite direction. .No one dared to look at those golden eyes that were sharper than usual, but when everyone saw Hawkeye pulling the collar of his captain's black cloak with one hand, Shanks with a half smile on his face When dragged behind like a corpse, he couldn't help pressing his hand on the weapon in horror.

Feeling the unusual atmosphere, Mihawk turned his head and saw the crew of the Reid who were at war. Beckman and the cadres were not present. He was stunned for a moment, and then let go of his hand. Shanks' head was immediately lifeless planted on the deck.

"Your captain is drunk." Mihawk explained simply.

The tension disappeared in an instant, and Mihawk's ears were filled with the relieved laughter of the red-haired subordinates.

"The head of the drinking capacity also lost to Hawkeye?!"

"Haha, that's what he deserves."

"It's a disgrace to us to have such a chief..."

Saying so, the crew scattered and rushed to breakfast, but none of them showed any intention of dragging their boss away to take care of them.Mihawk stood there for a while, feeling secretly that the red-haired pirates were out of line from top to bottom, and finally had to resign himself to pulling Shanks' collar again, trying to find a place to put this well-deserved guy.

The swordsman, who was not familiar with the layout of the Reid, finally gave up looking for the captain's cabin, and left his drunken red hair on the bed in the cabin where he lived.