【Eagle Red】Lifetime

Just when Beckman was about to go to meet the captain who hadn't heard back for a long time, he saw a black boat with a strange shape, which was sailing towards the Reid against the wind.Beckman's hand grasped the bulwark unconsciously, and after a while, he finally saw clearly the scene on the coffin-like boat—his captain, who didn't care much about his status, was rowing the boat vigorously with a wooden oar, and the captain behind him Another well-dressed mysterious man with his face covered by a gorgeous hat was sitting peacefully in the only seat.

That is undoubtedly the owner of the ship. The shape of this person, the posture that gradually emerges from the darkness is really suitable for this ship. If there is no own captain who is smiling enthusiastically at the bow and waving his arms, this appearance will be another one. It couldn't be more perfect.

"The captain picked up something..." Beckman didn't expect that this was really a part-time chef.

In fact, Mihawk didn't want the red-haired captain who is as famous as himself to contribute. He is used to relying on himself in everything. After asking the direction of the red-haired ship, the swordsman drew up the sails and took out the oars. However, Shanks snatched the wooden oar while he was not on guard, and said that you should ask for something, and you should do something.

Considering that the space of the black sailboat is too small and the quality is good enough, two people will not be able to paddle, so Mihawk let it go.It wasn't until a long time later that he realized that Red Hair was such a person. Although he seemed so indifferent to gains and losses, from the beginning to the end, when everyone didn't even notice Red Hair, this person who was always smiling or laughing People, but never owed anyone anything, including wealth, including favors.

Almost all the members of the Red Hair Pirates gathered on the port side of the Reid, pointing and watching the rare boat.Beckman stopped the impolite people - he couldn't figure out how to greet the captain's guests.Beckman didn't think his captain would invite someone he didn't like as a guest, but the temperament and demeanor of this man in front of him was not the type favored by the captain.

At this time, Mihawk was also secretly thinking about the timing of greeting the red-haired crew members. Although he wanted to duel with the red-haired crew, duel and hatred are not the same concept. The less unnecessary friction and troubles, the better.The boat was getting closer and closer, and Mihawk finally saw the commander on the boat clearly. He stood up naturally and decently, took off his hat and saluted as a friendly gesture.

Beckman was relieved at first, but when he met Mihawk's sharp eyes, his expression suddenly changed.

"...Hawkeye?! What is the boss doing?!"

Shanks was still happily rowing the boat with one hand while waving his arms to say goodbye.

Mihawk couldn't help reminding in a low voice, "Please focus."

"Trust me, it's fine." Shanks shrugged.

Beckman looked down at the two seemingly harmonious people on the boat with cold eyes, and unexpectedly remembered Hawkeye's comment that he would draw his knife to cut the boat if he disagreed, and suddenly realized why the captain's wooden boat never returned. Premonition ran down his spine like a cold wind.

It's really not easy to be a deputy.

When Mihawk landed safely on the side of the ship, Shanks was directing several crew members to firmly tie his black sailboat to the Reid, which was originally the place where the wooden boat he chopped down was placed.

Mihawk stood on the spot and looked at the whole picture of the Reid.The most important thing for drifting at sea is the boat. The red hair looks very casual, but the choice and maintenance of the boat are excellent.Whether a ship is carefully maintained can reflect the spirit of the ship to a certain extent. This is a good ship that is fortunate to have a good owner.Mihawk affirmed it from the bottom of his heart.

Beckman gently stood two steps away from Mihawk. Mihawk turned his head slightly, but first fixed his eyes on the spear at Beckman's waist.Two steps is the shortest distance that both the gun and Mihawk's sword can be used. The swordsman did not ignore this detail, but he didn't care.

Shanks finally settled the coffin ship. He leaned over and patted Mihawk on the shoulder, and proudly introduced the temporary Mr. Chef to everyone. Mihawk immediately noticed Beckman's subtle Expression changes.

"I'm not kidding, boss..." Beckman looked at the smiling captain and the expressionless Hawkeye standing side by side with a black line on his face. He had the illusion that the captain's hand on the man's shoulder was about to be cut off. .

"Mihawk has agreed!" Shanks patted Mihawk on the shoulder again, "I'll take care of everything."

"Where is the kitchen?" Another party asked cooperatively.

Beckman took off his cigarette and stared blankly at the scene in front of him. Perhaps he should look through the wanted notice in the newspaper to re-determine the identity of this visitor.

"Eagle-eyed Joe Lacoll Mihawk," that is of course unnecessary. Beckman, the smartest of the red-haired pirates, believed in his own memory. In the end, he decided to fulfill the duties of the first officer and remind the captain who didn't know what to do. , "Will Pirate Nova, who is already worth over [-] million yuan, also be a guest chef?"

"Huh?" Shanks paused for a moment, then repeated, "Hawkeye...?"

Sure enough, he didn't see the other party's identity at all. Beckman despised his own captain in his heart. When the whole ship was in a tense moment, Shanks uttered unexpected words.

"What a title for you, Mihawk! The first time I saw your eyes, I've been trying to find words to describe them. Not bad! It's Hawkeye!"

Mihawk lowered his hat a little. His habit of being quiet and alone may have something to do with his naturally sharp eyes.Since he was a child, not many people were willing to look directly into those eyes and talk to him, so he chose a wide-brimmed hat to better cover his eyebrows and eyes.

Fortunately, the young swordsman has a more persistent goal, these eyes are not his knot, he is not happy because of the other party's praise, nor is he angry.

"This kind of thing doesn't make sense." Mihawk responded calmly.

"Beckman," Shanks restrained his smile, "The one who came to Red with me is a friend. You think too much, and you need to reflect."

"...Then fine my dinner." Beckman seemed to have already thought of his words.

Mihawk raised his eyebrows, knowing that Beckman's wariness was still there.Redhead has a good deputy, and it is a good habit to be on guard all the time. Mihawk, who has never been alone, fully approves of this attitude.

"What kind of confession is this? Of course you will be fined to eat until you get drunk tonight, and dance belly dance in front of everyone at the banquet, Beckman!" Shanks turned to look at Mihawk with a smile on his face, "Yes Isn't that right, Hawkeye?"

Mihawk suddenly understood why the shrewd Beckman became a red-haired crew member, and he was willing to worry about this seemingly big pirate captain.

"Must make our guests laugh!"

Shanks finally made his verdict, and this time it was Mihawk and Beckman's turn to face each other.

It is a good custom to entertain guests at a banquet, but the guests are the busiest and most tired at the banquet, which is somewhat ill-considered.

Mihawk counted the few types of ingredients on the ship. When they were served in the form of dishes by the trainees on the ship, no one questioned Hawkeye's ability to maintain a delicate life alone at sea.

Beckman walked gently to Shanks' side and sighed: "What price did the boss pay?"

"It's nothing." Shanks, who was already full, looked at the happy crew with a wooden barrel glass and smiled, "It's just a competition."

"Hawkeye is not that easy to deal with. He is alone, but he is as valuable as a captain like you with a group of ruthless guys."

"Who knows? But he cooks really well." Shanks looked very careless.

Beckman bit his cigarette, speechless for a moment.

"Don't worry too much, Beckman!" Shanks shoved the glass into the hands of the worried first mate. "Whenever I run into that guy, I can't help but have a fight with him. We earned it today, Rieger." White is not a safe sea area, I can't let everyone eat cold dry food for a few days, right?"

He stood up, patted Beckman on the back, and left a confident sentence before leaving: "Which is more difficult to be alone or in a group of people? I have you standing behind me, wouldn't it be worse than that alone guy?"

Shanks walked to the kitchen, opened the door vigorously, and shouted inside: "Hawkeye! Come out! Come to the banquet!"

Beckman watched the captain's back, exhaled smoke, and shrugged silently.

When Mihawk walked to the door, Shanks pulled him out forcefully. He subconsciously pulled out the knife, but immediately let go. He lost his balance due to distraction, and staggered in front of Shanks.

Shanks pointed at the embarrassed Mihawk and laughed: "You haven't had a drink yet, you're already like this, how will you suffer later?"

"I'm already full," Mihawk replied without changing his expression, "and I don't have the habit of drinking hard alcohol after meals."

"What is this? People always make exceptions!" Shanks held Mihawk without listening to discussion, and walked towards the busiest place on the deck.

When Mihawk was pushed into the crowd by Shanks for the second time, he heard the redhead say in a gloating tone, "The benefactor is here! Let's toast!"

"I'm not good at drinking." He declined.

"How is it possible? Didn't we already share that pot before?" Shanks said in surprise, "You're not even drunk... I'm very dizzy, so please forgive me if my words and deeds are inappropriate!"

This sentence was so ingenious that Mihawk froze in place, not knowing whether to clarify that the jug of wine was probably drunk by the red hair, or express his displeasure at the red hair's outrageous actions first.

He frowned, looked at the half-drunk pirates who were holding their wine glasses with red ears in front of him, and understood that the reason could no longer make sense, so he had to raise his wine glasses.

Shanks turned his head to look at Beckman who gave Mihawk a sympathetic look, smiled and gave a thumbs up to show off his achievements.

The distance between people can always be gradually shortened. Shanks has never doubted this. At least now Beckman no longer has prejudice against Hawkeye, right?He casually snatched the wine glass of the crew beside him, and slammed into Mihawk's glass hard.

"Come on, Hawkeye! Let me risk my life to accompany you! If you don't finish drinking, you will be punished!"

Amidst the booing of the pirates, Mihawk couldn't avoid the cup that the red hair slammed into vigorously after all.

How could this wine be drunk in one sitting?Mihawk thought to himself when he raised his head.

Shanks stepped on the wooden box and drank a large glass of rum in one gulp amidst the cheers of the crew.He took a long breath and turned the glass upside down to show that he didn't have a drop left, and whistles, applause and booing sounded in unison.

Lackey and Jesus are in the middle of the crowd, dancing ugly dances shoulder to shoulder with the pirates around them, and accompanying the captain to go crazy together.Mihawk didn't force himself, he gently put down the half glass of wine left, and watched the lively scene in front of him with ecstasy.

"I lost, I lost!" Shanks smiled and pushed Mihawk with his shoulder, "So you have to accept the punishment!"

Mihawk really wanted to say that he never accepted the challenge of drinking wine, but he didn't want to be thought that he couldn't afford to lose, so he just asked calmly, "What's the punishment?"

Shanks rested his chin and thought carefully, hearing some unseemly suggestions from the pirates, such as running naked and toasting, Shanks secretly glanced at Mihawk, who had a calm face, "Then, let's sing a song Let's sing! Hawkeye!" He clapped his hands, "Everyone is dancing so happily, we can't do without a song."

Hawkeye was silent for a while, then replied, "I can't think of any songs I can sing."

""Binks' Wine"? You should know at least a few words, right?" Shanks changed into a teasing tone, "If you don't, you're not a pirate!"

"...Three or two sentences." Mihawk replied honestly.

"Sing, let's sing! I'll help you continue where you don't know!" Shanks blinked at Mihawk, his expression full of "I will cover you".

Mihawk cleared his throat, and sang directly from a certain chorus in a low voice:

"Give you a glass of Binks' wine.

Sing loudly and be happy.

Life is short, and the bones go through the years.

Today's cheers, he laughed and talked..."

The swordsman's voice is a little low, with a little opera-like lingering, and his singing level is not good, but he is very focused.This line of lyrics is usually sung at the end of the banquet. At this moment, Mihawk recalled the lyrics while singing, and then subconsciously elongated the pitch, slowed down and sang softly, creating a deserted atmosphere Invisibly spreading from his whole body, even the enthusiastic atmosphere of singing and dancing seems to have begun to stagnate.

Shanks patted Mihawk on the shoulder hard: "What are you singing?!"

""Binks' Wine", is there a typo?" Mihawk stopped immediately as if he was relieved.

"...No." Shanks thought for a long time, and finally had to tell the truth, "It's just that the atmosphere is too wrong..."

"I can only sing these few lines."

"...Didn't you really mean it???" Shanks stuffed a whole glass of wine into Mihawk's hand, "It's still fine!"

"No," Mihawk refused once in a rare instance, "I've already sung."

Shanks was stunned, "Then there will be no penalty... Continue to drink!"

...is there any difference?Mihawk didn't have time to file a second complaint, but saw that the redhead had strode towards the carnival crowd, and the wind was blowing his black cape, making this back look very imposing.

"Let's go, let's go!" Shanks squeezed between Lackey and Jesus, and then sang Mihawk's melody. The whistling pride was completely different from his usual soft tone, and this roughness was in stark contrast to Mihawk's previous elegance.He danced and sang:

"Yo Ho Ho Ho Ho, Yo Ho Ho Ho Ho.

A glass of Binks' wine for you.

Across the sea, dominate the coquettish.

Standing on the bridge, roaring to the sky.

The skull flag is extraordinarily enchanting.

Thunder and lightning are furious, and wind and rain are urgent.

When the waves dance, I play the flute.

A good man, no danger can escape.

Tomorrow will be cloudless and rainy! "

The contagious air made the pirates around him join in the singing, and the happy singing on the Reid echoed with the waves.

I don't know if it will disturb the countless undead in this sea area from ancient times to the present, it is too noisy.

When this idea came up, Mihawk stood a few steps away and calmly looked at the nonsense crowd, deeply realizing that these people were not in the same world as himself.He heard footsteps behind him, and turned his head to see the deputy captain of the Reid who was not friendly to him before.

Beckman raised his glass to Mihawk, "I was too rude just now, I'm really sorry."

"It's nothing, that's what it should be." Mihawk clinked glasses with Beckman, indicating that he didn't take it seriously.

"Our captain... as you can see, he is like this." Beckman's tone was mixed with a little helplessness and pride.

Mihawk searched for the words in his heart for a long time, and finally concluded: "What a laid-back man."

He didn't expect that this sentence would become the only evaluation he could have on red hair many years later. More accurate and vivid words, either positive or negative, can be used to describe this person, but facing the guarded new members of the red-haired pirates, the number one swordsman in the world thinks that he may have lost his sense of politeness. position.