【Eagle Red】Lifetime

When the morning sun hit the deck, Shanks woke up from his not so deep sleep.He smiled wryly and pulled off the newspaper covering his body, thinking that if the newspaper had such a good hypnotic effect on Mihawk, his friend would really not have to care about the loneliness and boredom of being alone.

After Shanks washed up and walked out of the cabin, he noticed that Hawkeye's boat had disappeared.He took a deep breath against the rising sun, and it was rare that he didn't have a hangover headache in the early morning. He felt refreshed and full of energy.

"Where's Hawkeye?" Shanks asked, grabbing a passing crew member.

"Did you go to the island an hour ago?"

Shanks vented his nerves for a moment, feeling that he had lost to Mihawk again for no reason.He put his hand on his forehead, and after a moment decided not to think about it.He couldn't live up to his purpose of abstaining from drinking for one night.

Mihawk came up from the water for the third time. He wiped the seawater from his face, and looked up to see Shanks who was squatting on his boat, biting bread and drinking wine.

The young swordsman was used to the red hair coming uninvited, he ignored Shanks as usual, climbed into the boat and wrapped his wet body with a towel.

Shanks' eyes started from the water at Mihawk's feet and went all the way up, before the other party put on the bath towel, he swept over the strong back, and finally fell on the few sticks on the top of Hawkeye's head that stood up due to being wet and blown with the wind. on fluttering hair.Even after all this time, he still finds his friend's playful black hair fascinating.

"Hawkeye, you don't have a scar on your back." Shanks finally diverted his attention.

Mihawk raised his eyebrows, "This must be done."

"Indeed," Shanks smiled, "a brave sea boy cannot surrender his back to the enemy."

"The same goes for qualified swordsmen." Mihawk replied casually, unfurled the sail of the small coffin boat, and easily steered it around a protruding reef beside Moon Island.

"What's the situation underwater?" Shanks spread his hands apologetically, "Red originally had diving equipment, but it's too old to use."

Mihawk looked at Shanks unexpectedly, "You are so thoughtful."

"Do I look unreliable?!" Shanks protested.

"I thought a good captain should have seen the urgency of his men to leave this place." Mihawk stopped the boat again.

"Hawkeye, is there anything I can do to help?" This sentence, which expressed the same meaning as Beckman, reminded Shanks of his original intention to stay, and he decided to ignore his friend's kind tongue.He couldn't hear this kind of caring that seemed to chase customers away a few times.

"It's not sure yet." Mihawk didn't directly refuse Shanks' concern, "How long are you going to stay?"

"If there is nothing wrong, I think we will set off in the afternoon." Shanks held on to the straw hat, looked up at the bright sunshine, "Did you say that we can reach Pitty Town in two or three hours? I haven't seen him for a long time, and I can have fun in the town at night."

"Half a day?" Mihawk nodded, "I think it's enough for me to figure out the underwater situation of this island."

In the next two or three hours, Shanks sat on Mihawk's boat to make up for the wine he didn't drink last night. He watched Mihawk dive underwater many times, and then floated up to rest for a while after exhausting his breath.

Shanks once offered to let his own crew, or at least himself, come to dive to investigate the situation, but Mihawk rejected this proposal, "The sea water flow under this island is very strange, I'm not sure that too much movement will cause What the consequences, maybe if you turn over a moving rock, you will be sucked into a new vortex."

"Could it be a man-made layout?" Shanks was surprised.

"The island's environment is inherently weird, so it must have dropped by tens of meters in 100 years." Mihawk pointed to Sun Island not far away. Strange. But I'm leaning towards signs of artificial design underwater."

"That must be done by someone who is proficient in navigation knowledge?"

"Perhaps it was the handiwork of one of the greatest navigators." Mihawk sighed slightly. "The level is much better than mine. I can't judge the consequences of moving certain reefs."

In Shanks' cognition, Hawkeye is an almost all-rounder. He was surprised by the rare softness of the other party: "Is your navigation skills not good enough?"

"This is beyond the scope of navigation." Mihawk replied naturally, "Besides, I am not a good navigator, and what I have learned is barely enough."

"You are already very powerful." Shanks praised sincerely, and then released his friend, "After 100 years of natural changes, the people who made the original layout may not be able to untie it."

"No, it's because I didn't put so much energy into learning these things myself." Mihawk rarely felt that he regretted the time when he used up the book, but he didn't regret that he wasted a good time. His lifelong goal is not to become a World famous navigator.

Shanks admitted that he couldn't help Hawkeye get the information he wanted in such a complicated water situation-he didn't even know what clues Hawkeye was looking for, so he could only sit on the boat and stand by.

The idle captain of the Reid gradually noticed that Mihawk's diving time was getting longer and longer. Every time he came up, he had to open his mouth and take a few deep breaths before climbing onto the boat.He spoke with concern: "Don't force yourself, be careful of getting hurt."

Mihawk just shook his head solemnly, and dived into the water not long after.

Some attachments cannot be stopped, and the red-haired man can only let them go.Near noon, he begged food for two from the cook.Mihawk readily accepted the sushi from the Reid, and did not refuse the rum Shanks handed over.

"I forgot to ask the chef to make some hot soup. You've been soaking in seawater for a long time, so you should drink some wine!" Shanks found an excellent reason and invited Hawkeye, who hadn't been drinking with him all day, to have a drink together.

"There are some clues." Mihawk seldom opened his mouth while eating.

"Is it difficult?" Shanks bumped glasses with Mihawk.

"I found a few holes." Mihawk drank half a glass of rum in one gulp, and let out a long sigh of relief, "But the hole is too deep, and I'm a little out of breath."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll have to confirm something later." Mihawk frowned inexplicably.

After the meal, Mihawk took a rest for a while and took his black knife Li Qian into the water.This time his diving time was very long, Shanks began to hesitate whether to go into the water for rescue, he looked around worriedly, and was almost hit by the bridge of the nose by Mihawk who suddenly appeared.

Mihawk supported the boat and breathed heavily. He threw a small stone onto the boat and climbed up wearily.

"How?" Shanks handed the panacea - rum to the wet counterpart.

Mihawk, who was still short of breath, bent down and picked up the stone from the sea, "See what this is?"

"A stone." Shanks peeled off the seaweed, "... red?!"

"It should come from the Red Earth Continent. It is obviously different from other rocks on this island. Even if you use Li Qian to cut it, it will take a lot of effort." Mihawk, who has regained his strength, analyzed.

"That is to say, you have found the location?" Shanks drank the wine in his glass first to express his congratulations.

"It's not completely sure yet," Mihawk looked at the Reid anchored not far away, "I hope to take your boat to Pitty Town together, I think I need to get some diving equipment."

"This seems to be the first time you asked to take my boat." This was undoubtedly an unexpected surprise, the red-haired man smiled, "Then let's set sail immediately!"

The afternoon sun watched as the Reid, which had been briefly bathed in sunlight, weighed anchor and departed, and the current led the ship back into the dark sky.Not long after, a message was sent from the observatory that an island was found right ahead.

During the voyage, Shanks and Beckman discussed the actions after landing in Pitty Town.Like Mihawk, the deputy captain of the Reid also advised his own pirate group not to act rashly because of the reputation of "the island of bounty hunters".Shanks' point of view is that we haven't seen people for many days, so we should disband and relax anyway.

Beckman thought for a moment, and finally decided to arrange for the crew to operate in groups. During the period, they must pay attention to their vigilance, and they must return to the Reid before midnight to gather and sleep.

"Don't worry about your brothers!" Shanks patted his deputy on the shoulder, "You don't need to pay attention to miscellaneous fish, and a well-measured enemy should also know how not to cause trouble at home."

"I agree, so I also agree to disband for a while." Beckman nodded, "Where's the boss?"

"Let me go around with Hawkeye, we will be separated soon."

Beckman didn't take issue with the expected answer, "Don't play too crazy, don't make it dangerous."

"Ha! The two of us are in danger? Unless there are a few warships." Shanks disagrees, "Besides, Hawkeye's character, how can he go crazy?"

"That's true," Beckman blew out a smoke ring, "Hawkeye is a reliable person."

"Hey! Shouldn't a qualified first officer trust his captain first?!"

"I've never dared to trust you in little things, sir."

The Reid finally arrived near the town of Pitty, and Beckman commanded the ship to stop at a natural ferry some distance from the port.The pirate flag fluttering on the mast of the Reid did not arouse the panic or onlookers of the passers-by, and even a small vendor selling local products came over to talk.

"Yo, we are pirates!" Lagi squeezed the fat on his face, trying to put on a vicious expression.

"There are so many pirates!" The fearless aborigines smiled brightly, "Because the era of great pirates has begun, and more ships pass by, our business is getting better and better!"

Lackey and Jesus looked at each other, with Beckman's serious exhortations in front of them, and hearing such relaxed words, one can't help but feel that the previous disbandment plan, which seemed like a big enemy, might be a big deal.

"There are a lot of bounty hunters here, right?" Jesus Bu asked the peddler who looked easy to talk, "If you are willing to tell us about the folk customs, I can consider buying some local products and sending them home."

"Are you sure you can send it?" Poking a friend's sore foot has always been one of Lackey's entertainments, which naturally earned Jesus an annoyed roll of his eyes.

"Don't worry about that," the merchant showed a standard businessman's kind smile, "there is a customary rule on the island, no bounty hunter can do anything to the pirates who have arrived in Pitty Town, here are our women and My child! Of course, if it is a visitor who intends to make trouble, then it is another matter."

"It's a smart rule." Jesus Bu nodded and commented, "But with so many valuable heads dangling in front of your eyes, wouldn't anyone be tempted?" The Reid sniper pointed to Lackey who was gnawing on the meat, "For example, It’s a big one, it’s very heavy at first glance, right?”

"Hey! Brave man at sea, don't hold grudges like this!" Lackey responded.

"The era of great pirates is only a few years old, and the history of this rule is not long," the vendor spread out his hands. "There were also reckless guys, but they were all cleaned up by Mr. Boss."

"Mr. Burs?"

"Have you heard of Swordsman Palindi?" The vendor made a mysterious expression and whispered, "Mr. Boss is the descendant of this great swordsman and the leader of the local bounty hunters."

"...I think Hawkeye might be interested in this person." The fat man bit another piece of meat, "I hope we don't get our boss into trouble."

Jesus Bo shook his hand, and alertly stopped his companion's conversation in front of outsiders. He turned his head and said to the vendor, "Tell me what good local products you have here, such as jewelry? Or children's toys?"

"Hey, I don't sell those things." The vendor shook his head, and in a blink of an eye he sold again with a smile on his face, "But you might be interested in my gadgets."

Jesus stopped Lackey who was about to leave, "So tell me?"

The vendor took out two sealed aluminum cans from the van and handed them to Lackey and Jesus cloth respectively.

"What's this?" Lackey shook the jar that seemed to be filled with liquid, turned it around, and saw the label printed on it, "Pitty meat porridge, ready to eat?"

"This kind of emergency food at sea is not a special product, is it?" Jesus said a little disappointed.

"Don't worry," the vendor pointed to a small piece of wood stuck to the bottom of the aluminum can. "This is the famous self-heating instant food in Pitty Town."

"Automatic heating?" Jesus touched his chin, "It's interesting, what kind of heating method is it?"

"Let me demonstrate it to you." The vendor took another aluminum can from the truck, and tore off the small wooden block fixed by the glue strip at the bottom.The two pirates watched coldly as the vendor crushed the wooden block easily, then took out a handkerchief to wrap the aluminum can, shook it up and down twice, and when the lid was opened again, hot air and aroma overflowed.

Lackey took the aluminum can, and took a sip of the porridge in spite of the heat. The luscious taste and light fragrance were not inferior to the pure meat porridge just served in the restaurant. He couldn't help admiring: "This thing is really delicious. Interesting, what happened?"

"The key lies in that little piece of wood?" Jesus Bu was also curious.

"You have really good eyesight." The vendor stretched out his thumb, "This kind of wood is called 'Kurong wood', and Pitty Town is one of the few places in the world that produces this kind of plant."

"This tree grows fast and is very fruitful, but it has a fatal flaw." He made a fool of himself first, and saw the two pirates listening intently, and then continued, "No matter how much it is made of, Moisture-proof and durable, as long as the roots that give birth to the wood are crushed, the whole wood - even if it has been cut down for a hundred years, even if it is made into furniture and transported to a distant place, it will be turned into powder in an instant."

"Huh? What's the use of this?" Lackey couldn't help being very suspicious.

"Of course it's useful." The vendor pointed to the instant food can in the pirate's hand, "For example, there is a very thin interlayer in this can. When I crushed this piece of tree root, the Kuei in the interlayer The wooden mechanism broke down, and something in it gave off heat when mixed, which automatically heated the porridge in the jar."

"It's a wonderful idea." Jesus Bu suddenly came up with an idea - if the same principle is applied to shells...

"May I ask what can be heated by mixing in the interlayer?" The sniper asked expectantly.

The vendor shook his head in distress, "I only buy and sell it. Many people want to explore the secret of this formula, but Mr. Boss's factory is..." He stopped talking and closed his mouth cautiously.

This disappointing answer didn't affect Jesus' interest. He touched his pocket, and was about to buy two cans of porridge to go back to study. He suddenly thought that the chef would definitely buy this kind of thing, and he didn't need to spend extra.

The vendor did not ignore this small gesture, and smiled again and took out a small and exquisite sailboat wood carving from the pickup truck, "This thing is carved from Jurong wood, and it can also be given away as a toy..."

"Peace tree? If something happens to me and the people around me burn the tree roots, my family will know the news?" Jesus Bu reacted immediately.

Sweat dripped from the vendor's face, "I didn't mean that, please don't mind."

"For pirates, that's nothing." Jesus put the small wooden sculpture in his hand and played with it. "But the life card is more convenient, right?"

"Jurong wood is one of the materials for making life cards. Before life cards were invented, many people who went to sea would take such things with them." The vendor explained cautiously.

Jesus put the woodcarving back into the vendor's hands, took advantage of Lackey's unpreparedness, quickly pulled out two banknotes from his partner's pocket, and paid for a can of porridge.He smiled and waved his hands, "It's enough for me to report safety with the arrest warrants with increasing bounties, but I don't need my wife and children guarding a piece of wood in fear."

The fat man threw the gnawed bone at the snipers, but the sniper dodged it tactfully.

"...I think that Mr. Boss is a bit strange, I hope there will be nothing wrong with the boss." Jesus Bu walked a few steps and suddenly said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, the boss is not the one who likes to provoke local snakes. As for Hawkeye..." Lackey pulled his face, not sure what expression he should put on, "I'm afraid the boss won't leave him enough energy to go make trouble."

"Hahaha, Hawkeye will definitely be drunk by the boss's persuasive words to bid farewell to friends!" The sniper of the Reid, who couldn't hear the subtext, understood this sentence from another level.