【Eagle Red】Lifetime

Although they both love the cross-shaped decoration, the attitude towards some things is obviously completely different between the eagle-eyed Joracle Mihawk and the magician Basil Hawkins, one of the supernovas.Mihawk would not take an ordinary dream as some kind of warning. After waking up in the morning and having breakfast, he threw the necessities into the black coffin boat according to the established plan, and started a new drift.

This is the benefit of a person, come and go at will, and don't even have to be too persistent in direction and goals.Mihawk's family has many permanent pointers pointing to various parts of the great route. When he decides to travel out of boredom, he often just resigns himself to randomly picking one out of the cabinet specially displaying the pointers to decide the destination of the itinerary. .

Sometimes the pointer happens to be on an adjacent island, so Mihawk will go to the island for a long time to buy some daily necessities and ingredients.And sometimes the pointer may point to a very far away, so the great swordsman will drift on the sea with ease, and if he happens to pass by some inhabited islands, he will also buy a few more permanent pointers along the way to increase the purpose of future travel land.It is not necessary to reach the end point where the pointer is on every voyage. When he feels satisfied, Mihawk will turn the bow and go home with reference to the permanent pointer of Culegana Island embedded on the ship.

Most of the time, these itineraries have neither adventures nor surprises. A few times—for example, a certain time two or three years ago, Mihawk touched a permanent pointer pointing to the entrance of the great shipping route, the Twin Straits. At that time, he was about to take a nap, but unfortunately, he was startled by a loud noise not far away.Mihawk slightly pushed down his hat, and was relieved to find dozens of ships that could be used as sacrificial sword targets.

Later, he got tired of deliberately letting go of a ship, and then left the great route to play the game of chasing. When he was about to make up a knife and go home, he met a green-haired kid who didn't know his heights.From then on, Mihawk remembered a name called Roronoa, and thought that the trip to the Twin Straits was a rare, fulfilling and enjoyable voyage.

Naturally, Mihawk never thought that he would take in this young man whom he was optimistic about for two years. Even though Roronoa had already left, he didn't want to attribute this coincidental acquaintance and getting along with some kind of fate of course.

There is no need to deliberately reflect or avoid the course of life, they are just like the waves split by the wind when Mihawk practiced the sword, they were cut to pieces by the advancing wind of the sword, and then smashed on the beach of life and disappeared, while the golden pupils of the person holding the sword Those who are willing to pay attention are always only the next wave.

Right now, the waves in front of Mihawk are still calm. He is carrying a black knife and sitting on the boat with one leg raised.After wandering at sea for several days, he was interested in picking up the pointer he drew this time to confirm the distance to the destination, but when he read the place name engraved on the nameplate, he was stunned for a rare moment.

"Regret Island, it's been a long time."

Mihawk knew that if he allowed his ship to sail in the direction of the pointer, he would enter a certain sea area that he was very familiar with.During that period, he tirelessly checked all the relevant information he could find, and finally landed in the waters of many uninhabited islands.

It seemed that there was no need to move on. Mihawk was about to return, but unexpectedly remembered a dream before going to sea.After a while, he adjusted the sails and continued heading towards Rigg White.

The ever-changing weather of the great route seems to be psychic at certain times. Just when Mihawk was about to trace some of the past quietly, the weather suddenly became cloudy, so dark that it was not like noon at all, and his sight began to be unclear. At the same time, a sudden strong wind on the sea interrupted his thoughts.

Mihawk stretched out his hands and squeezed the feather hat on his head, and let the wind blow the black sails of the boat. , and at the same time understand what this storm means.

Everything is expected, or within experience.The strong wind did not overturn Jianhao's boat, but pushed the sail vigorously and steadily to drift away in a certain direction.Mihawk turned his body to avoid the sea water splashed by the speed of the boat, and put the permanent pointer of Rigwhite in front of his eyes. The small magnetic needle stood still and pointed straight ahead, which was not in the same direction as the boat was going. There is a slight deviation.

This is a sign, Mihawk knew that his boat would continue to advance at such a rapid speed for a whole day, during which he would need to hold the sails and cut the waves a few times, and then he would officially enter the climatic waters of Rigwhite.Even though he hadn't stepped into this sea for more than ten years, at the moment when the wind blew up, his behavior mobilized the experience accumulated here earlier than his consciousness.

Rigwhite is a wonderful island, or should I call it an archipelago.More than forty large and small islands, sandbars and hundreds of coral reefs are densely distributed in this sea area about [-] nautical miles long and wide.As the first half of the great voyage and one of the seven routes that must pass, this is the cemetery and paradise of the famous pirates.

First of all, the name comes from the wonderful wind around Wrigley Island.No matter which direction they pass by, all ships that enter the range of hundreds of nautical miles around the archipelago will be swept into the Rigg White Sea by the strong sea wind, and at the same time, the weather will always be cloudy and the sun will not be seen. Sailing experience insists on fighting against the forces of nature. Young fleets are often destroyed by bad weather and endless sea winds before entering the range of the archipelago.

Secondly, all the islands in the Rigwhite sea physically share the same magnetic field, which means that all permanent and temporary pointers pointing to Rigwhite cannot guide the course in this not-so-small sea area. The currents and eddies formed by the overly dense islands and reefs, how to prevent ships from touching the reefs and suffering unnecessary disasters, how to determine the direction to reach the only inhabited island in the archipelago, Pity (Pity Town), which is also the Rigwhite Islands The only exit that can pass through the surrounding sea wind belt, all this can only rely on the experience of the navigator and the luck of his own ship.

However, too many shipwrecks also mean huge treasures. Even though Rigwhite is famous for his harshness and dangers on the great voyage, after the era of great pirates, there are still countless sea warriors or desperadoes who resolutely This route is selected.Many of them never left Rigwhite, but this inspired the latecomers to go on to this ocean full of treasures and dreams.

In the howling wind, Mihawk maintained the posture of holding his hat with one hand, and sat silently on the boat.The candle in the bow was blown out by the strong wind, but it was never completely extinguished.The sound of the wind blowing over the brim of the hat was transmitted to the ear from a very close distance, but it was like an ethereal echo from afar, giving people the illusion that somewhere behind them there was a huge sail stretched to the limit to face the strong wind.

All familiar scenes overlapped with the old past.

Mihawk couldn't remember exactly how long ago it was, fifteen or sixteen years?Or more distant time.At that time, for the first time, he prepared to enter the Rigg White Ring with a fearless mentality of life and death. He stood on his sturdy boat and carefully held the sails. He didn't turn his head back frequently, suspecting that someone was following behind him, but he couldn't even see the shadow clearly.The result of his distraction was that his clothes were soaked by the splashing sea water, but he couldn't stop the boat in the wind to change into one.

Mihawk in that year was far from calm as it is today. He slandered the unknown big ship behind him, wiped the sea water on his face, and took off the water that seemed to be blown away by the strong wind. hat.The wind suddenly changed, and the sound of the boat behind him disappeared immediately. Only then did Mihawk realize that it was this hat that caused his misjudgment.

However, he didn't expect that a few nautical miles behind him, there was indeed a big ship facing the unreasonable strong wind, just like himself, riding the wind and cutting the sea, breaking the waves and moving forward.

In this sea of ​​origin of everything, Mihawk suddenly misses the rum that will never be lacking on the red-haired boat. The wine is spicy and overbearing. Consciously grinned and let out a long breath—it was red-haired's favorite wine.

On rare occasions, Mihawk will want a bit of this intense wine.For example, now, he feels that having it with him will help him remember some scenes better.Memory is such an interesting existence. A person who inadvertently remembers his voice and face vividly, but hides awkwardly in an unknown corner when he intends to recall it. It is not at all like that guy himself.

After sailing in the wind for most of the day, the boat became more and more stable. Before you knew it, it was evening. Mihawk took out a small pot, lit a solid fuel box with a candle, and started cooking porridge.As a person who often drifts away, although Mihawk is alone, he is never ambiguous about life.Whenever Roronoa missed meals due to exercise or snooze, Mihawk would shake his head silently. Occasionally, when he put the food cover and put it next to Roronoa who was sleeping soundly, he would think of Straw Hat Kid There must be a good cook on board, otherwise it is absolutely impossible for such a young man who does not pay attention to diet to maintain such a good physical condition.

Mihawk lifted the lid of the pot, and the curling hot air accompanied by rice fragrance could not wait to escape from the confined space. He suddenly turned his head thoughtfully to look at the darker and colder sea behind him as the dusk fell.There was no shadow there, but Mihawk suddenly remembered the reason why the red-haired man set foot on his boat that never planned to accommodate another person without saying hello.

Mihawk's journey into Rigg White that year was far less smooth than it is today. Even though he had learned about the situation in this sea area in advance, the guidance in the book could not be compared with his personal experience after all.It took Mihawk a whole day to roughly figure out the law of the sea wind. He was a little annoyed that he was too nervous and made a fuss before—for example, because of a hat, he suspected that there was a big ship behind him.

In the evening, Mihawk fixed the sails and prepared to settle down.The whole day before that, he had been in a state of nervous tension, he raised and lowered the sail several times, and observed the movement of the sea almost non-stop, for fear that the bad sea and sky would destroy the boat while he was negligent.He didn't have time to make something hot to eat, so he had to wear the wet clothes all the time. At this moment, he was already half-dried by the warmth of his own body, and it was uncomfortable to stick to his body.

Cooking is a quick fix.Although the Rigwhite Wind Belt does not see sunlight all day long, the sea usually changes at night. It is almost inevitable that the wind will increase and the temperature will decrease. The young swordsman is not familiar with this special sea area, so he needs more help. Replenish yourself before nightfall.

Mihawk has never underestimated the sea. Although the act of wandering on the great route in a small boat by himself is so arrogant to outsiders, he has been sailing as a pirate for two years and has experienced many difficulties at sea. Not only has the ship been safe all the time, but it has gotten to a level where the bounty is higher than that of many up-and-coming pirate captains.However, these are of no significance to the so-called Nova Pirate Hawkeye Joe Lacole Mihawk himself.

At this moment, the dazzling rookie turned over his equipment, and was frustrated to find that his negligence during the day was not limited to being splashed with sea water, and he even had nothing to do with the storage compartment being soaked in sea water when the ship was too swaying. Know.

But compared to those life-and-death battles, this small problem is nothing.The weather was damp and the wind was blowing for another day. Mihawk thought he needed to drink some hot soup to warm his body, so he immediately took out his fishing rod and quietly caught fish on the swaying sea .

In such a harsh environment, this is not an easy task, but the future great swordsman obviously has enough confidence to be able to drift alone all the time.Since he was young, Mihawk himself has been extremely good at fishing, just like practicing knives. Even though Mihawk has become famous all over the world many years later, fishing is still one of his constant daily activities.

Later, Roronoa Sauron, an uninvited guest on Culegana Island, carefully observed how his ultimate goal was to practice and live while receiving Mihawk's teachings.He has never been able to figure out the purpose of Mihawk's frequent fishing, so he also adopted the most straightforward verification method-you can find out by fishing yourself.Later, this also became the habit of the young three-sword swordsmen, and it did not change until they returned to the island they agreed with their partners.

Mihawk lived up to his expectations and caught a fish that was not too big but enough to eat. He pulled out the cross knife and completed a series of operations such as cleaning, scraping scales and removing internal organs as quickly as possible, and then completely stripped the fish with one knife. Fish vertebrae, the second knife skillfully and coherently divided the fish into several sections, and then threw it into the pot neatly.

When a pot of fish soup reached the stage of simmering and clearing, Mihawk was also able to relax temporarily.He took off his half-dried clothes and prepared to dry them over the fire of cooking food.Since the spare clothes were also soaked in water in the storage compartment, he was simply naked from the waist up.

Later, Shanks recalled happily: "At that time, I saw a half-naked person cooking something with a strong fragrance alone, and I thought you must be a straightforward and bold man from the sea!"

"So you're disappointed?" Mihawk bumped glasses with Shanks, and took a sip gracefully as the other drank the wine.

"Not at all. In fact, you are very forthright. My intuition is not wrong!"

It was a coincidence that they met, but there is always a certainty behind this coincidence—the Red Foss, which also experienced the baptism of the wind, finally found the wind in the outer ring of Rigg White at the same time as Mihawk grasped the law of the wind direction. Standing firm on the sea, unfortunately, a few hours ago, the cook on board fell into the water due to the violent shaking of the hull while helping to furl the sails.

As the captain, the red-haired Shanks did not hesitate, and immediately jumped into the turbulent waves. The vice-captain, Ben Beckman, did not show any worries about his own captain, and only asked the navigator to concentrate on observing the weather and steering.Driven by the strong wind, the Reid advanced a long way in an instant.

But this is not blind confidence in his captain. Before most of the crew started to worry, Shanks had already pulled his cook and climbed the cable back to the Reid. God knows how he took people to catch up with him of speed.

"Come on, two barrels of wine!" Shanks wiped the water from his face, "It's really a toss! Beckman, you are not afraid that I will not come back!"

The wisest first officer of the red-haired pirates responded without changing his face, "If you don't even have this ability, I won't be on this ship."

The consequence of this little episode is that Mr. Chef, who unfortunately fell into the water on the Reid, is not a main combat existence like Sanji. A glass of rum failed to dispel the wind and cold he suffered. , lying powerlessly in the cabin.

At that time, the red-haired pirates were not as good as they were later. The only ship doctor was responsible for taking care of the only cook. Fortunately, the navigators had gradually discovered the rules of sea wind and current, and there were no longer two people on board to help adjust the direction. .

The bad influence of the only chef's illness was not reflected until dinner. Shanks stopped the crew members who wanted to work sick, and went out of the cabin to ask if someone could replace them. Looking at each other, I had no choice but to put on a domineering posture, "Everyone eat some dry food, drink a few more drinks and you'll be all set!"

After being blown by the strong sea wind for a day, everyone longed for something warm to warm their stomachs, but facing the captain who was pretending to be a villain, no one on the Reid raised any objections.The cadres of the ship and the crew sat on the deck with sad faces, chewing hard emergency life-saving food with rum.

Shanks smiled and comforted the self-blame navigator, praised him for mastering the rules in time and avoiding a greater crisis, and expressed his opinion about the dinner very optimistically: "This way you can taste the wine better. !"

However, just as the red-haired pirates were working hard to tide over the difficulties together driven by the captain's cold joke, the sea breeze unwittingly brought a faint fragrance.Such a slight smell would probably be ignored in normal times, but when this situation happened on the Reid, everything was another matter.

When the crew tried their best to get rid of distracting thoughts and ignore the tempting aroma as much as possible, Shanks stood up first and guessed wildly: "This smell... Could it be that there are other ships ahead of us?"

"We are pirates, it's probably not good to rush over." Beckman pointed out the crux of the problem before his own captain proposed to borrow a cook.

"It's nothing. If we're both pirates and just made friends," Shanks grinned. "If it's an ordinary ship, it doesn't matter."

Lagi Lu, who has no meat but can only try to think of dry food as mature meat, nodded and said, "Just because we are pirates, should we rush over rashly?"

"A reluctant cook can't cook good meals." Beckman was still earnest.

"It's better than eating dry food." Shanks finally made a decision.

"I don't want to say that the wine tastes good this time." Beckman finally surrendered and made fun of his own captain as revenge.