【Eagle Red】Lifetime

Legend has it that there was a custom on the pirate ships in ancient times—as a pirate, no matter whether you are drifting at sea or staying on land, you must live to your heart's content every day, and you must not think about any dark and negative things.Thus they squandered their lives in such a frenzy that they perished in plunder, adventure, and battle.This is the good end of a pirate's life, and those who die of old age or sickness are regarded as cowards who have abandoned their identity as pirates.

This unrestrained custom is said to be due to the immaturity of shipbuilding technology and sailing experience in the past. Pirates are inherently life-and-death professions, but between the long-term steady life and the short-term indulgence, there are still many people who are particularly daring. Or the overconfident guy chose the latter.

However, the power of nature is so powerful that a pirate who is not afraid of death does not mean that he will take the initiative to seek death.People who go to sea believe that cowardice or negative emotions will offend the god of the sea, so they should not be afraid, disappointed or escape.The strong and brave sea warriors will be rewarded by the sea god, and they will have a happier tomorrow.

As if to verify the prophecy of the ancients, when Mihawk and Beckman expressed mutual understanding, the pirate on duty on the observation deck of the Reid suddenly blew a sharp siren whistle.

Both Mihawk and Beckman strode to the bow of the ship to observe the sea conditions in front of them. The waves that were calm before were now rough.The lookout raised his voice over the roar of the wind and waves: "There is a maelstrom ahead!"

"The Huanfeng Belt has only gone halfway, so you probably haven't entered the sea of ​​whirlpools yet?" Shanks, who was still playing there just now, came to him in the blink of an eye, his expression rarely serious.

"There have been rumors..." Mihawk held on to his hat in the strong wind, "There are very few ships that have encountered vortices in the wind belt. This phenomenon is rare, and it is called—"Rig Call of the White Dead'."

He suddenly felt ashamed of his previous negative imagination of the pirate's singing.

"I've looked through some information about this sea, but I've never heard of it. However, if there are rumors, it means that there are survivors." Beckman responded quickly.

At this time, the eager tone of the navigator of the Reid, who was busy commanding, came over: "Rein in the sails! Rein in the sails!"

"That's useless." Mihawk pointed to the sea water in front of him, "Even if there is no wind, the sea water around the vortex will sweep us over, and vice versa—the sail cannot be furled now."

"If this continues, we will be completely sucked into the vortex by the dual effects of wind and water!" This is obviously an incomprehensible suggestion, Shanks was very surprised, "Hawkeye, are you serious?"

"I'm also on this boat." Mihawk raised his head and looked directly at the other party.

Shanks and Mihawk looked at each other for a moment, and finally pushed the straw hat on his head in the strong wind, and strode towards the navigator, "Listen to Hawkeye! Don't furl the sails!"

"What is your countermeasure? This is a big gamble." Beckman did not obstruct the captain's decision, looked at the edge of the vortex not far away, and asked in a low voice, smoking a cigarette.

Mihawk turned around, and the wind blew his long coat, revealing his strong and muscular chest.He raised his slender eyebrows, squinted his eyes, and suddenly showed a faint smile. Against the strong wind, he really showed a bit of the publicity and pride of a pirate.

Shanks, who was rushing to the bow with the navigator, happened to come across this moment. He stopped for a moment, and lost his mind for a moment.

Mihawk took two steps forward, and drew a letter "Z" in the space of the navigator of the Reid who rushed over anxiously.

"Z?" Shanks and Beckman asked puzzledly, but Navigator's eyes lit up.

"I know! 'Z' shape sailing method! Turn around carefully and sail against the wind!" The navigator snapped his fingers, strode towards the mast, put his hands to his mouth and shouted: "Left rudder! Left rudder !Brothers! Work! Turn around quickly! Move fast!"

"Hawkeye..." Shanks said softly.

Mihawk tilted his head slightly, and asked the other party what's the matter with his eyes.

Shanks lowered his head. It is impossible for Hawkeye to join them. Even if they have only known each other for a few hours, there is no need to ask.

"It's a pity," he finally raised his head with a bright smile, expressing his regret lightly, "such a good navigator, such a good cook...but it doesn't belong to the Reid."

"Thank you for the compliment." Mihawk was unmoved, "And, I'm sorry."

... Cold humor can piss people off.After "Binks' Wine", Shanks realized this deeply for the second time.

"It's not time to joke." Mihawk ignored the frustrated red hair and pointed to the maelstrom still visible ahead. "I'm afraid our sailing against the wind is not as fast as the speed of the sea water, and we will eventually get closer and closer to it."

"Is there any way out of this predicament?" Beckman asked in place of the frustrated captain.

"No way, just resign yourself to fate." Mihawk replied very calmly.

"Huh?!" The captain and the deputy captain of the Reid were extremely speechless together.

"This is a low-probability event, and I don't know much about it," Mihawk put his arm on the bulwark. As the ship turned around, the vortex was no longer in his field of vision, and he looked at the rough sea, " It is said that the vortex will disappear quickly, and if the sailing delays long enough, we will be victorious."

"It's either victory or death..." Shanks suddenly understood Hawkeye's fleeting sharp and provocative expression before, he leaned next to Mihawk, leaning his arms on the bulwark with a smile, "Not bad .”

At this time, Beckman had already reached the middle of the Reid, discussing with the navigator how to drive the ship faster.

The crew of the Reid worked together to obey the command, accompanied by the rudder to precisely control the sails, and always keep the wind direction sideways, in order to follow the "Z" shaped course away from the vortex more quickly.Shanks leaned on the bow and listened to everyone shouting, but whispered something dejected: "...Although I can't see clearly, I still feel that the ship is retreating rapidly."

"The wind direction and current are on the opposite side of us, it is inevitable," Mihawk glanced back at the desperate pirates, "Your crew has done a good job, Z-shaped sail adjustment is very important for a big ship." not easy."

"Hawkeye..." Shanks turned half around, facing Mihawk.

Mihawk turned his head again, Shanks could only see his golden eyes because of the cover of his collar.

"It's good to know you," the red-haired captain smiled heartlessly, "Let's have a drink together later! If you win, drink it on the boat; if you really become an undead... then drink it at the bottom of the sea!"

Mihawk blinked, and after a while, he finally asked with difficulty: "Aside from drinking...do you have anything else in your head?"

Beckman just came to report the good news that the vortex is disappearing and the ship is basically safe. After hearing what Mihawk said, he helped his captain to explain in a timely manner: "In fact, half of it is drinking, and half is drinking and sleeping Drunk headache."

Shanks laughed loudly when he heard the words: "Yes, Hawkeye, happy things have a price, which is really unpleasant."

"If it's on the boss, it can be summed up as 'deserves it'." Beckman stuffed the wine glass into Shanks' arms, "The ship is fine and is returning to the scheduled route. Please continue to prepare for the hangover tomorrow morning!"

Shanks opened his eyes wide, looked at the full glass of rum, and laughed happily again: "There is no better first mate in this world than you, Beckman!"

The crew of the Reid who were not summoned by the undead continued the unfinished banquet before, and the atmosphere became more enthusiastic.Beckman has completely changed his attitude towards Hawkeye and led him to the sleeping cabin where the guests rest.

Mihawk thanked Beckman very sincerely, but when he sat by the bed, he saw Shanks in the crowd again through the window.The sound insulation effect of the wooden wall was mediocre, and Mihawk couldn't hear the red-haired coherent words clearly, but some words that were raised in pitch were still clear to the ears.

"Hawkeye?!" When the word reached Mihawk's ears, he also saw the two barrels of wine that Shanks was holding.Mihawk lay down on the bed as quickly as possible, and covered the quilt tightly - he was really a little afraid of this red-haired man who had just met.

In the early morning of the next day, when Mihawk stepped out of the cabin, he saw Shanks leaning against the deck of the ship, stroking his forehead.

"Red hair?"

Shanks raised his head, his complexion was not very good, but he still showed a smile, "It's Hawkeye...I've been looking for you for a long time last night."

"...I was drunk, so I went to bed first." Mihawk said without changing his expression.

"Huh? That's a pity... Let's drink together tonight." Shanks lowered his head again, and supported his head with his hands, "The feeling of having a headache is really unpleasant..."

Mihawk understood exactly what Beckman meant by "serving it right."

"Is it going to enter Rigg White today?" Mihawk stood beside Shanks, feeling the direction of the sea breeze, "If we find a suitable island, let's compete."

"Hey?"

"And then it's time to say goodbye."

Shanks raised his head again, "I'm still hungover..."

"Any chance I'll see you're not hungover?" Mihawk lowered his head, meeting Shanks' gaze.

"...That's true." The red-haired man showed a cheerful smile, "Alright then! But before that, Hawkeye... I'm a little hungry..."

Mihawk resigned himself to the kitchen.

When his figure disappeared in the kitchen door, the deputy captain of the red-haired pirates sat beside Shanks: "The boss doesn't want this guy to go down too early, does he?"

Shanks smiled: "Anyway, he can't stay, and he can't stay here forever."

Beckman picked up a cigarette: "...Anyway, let's find a way to save it until Mr. Chef's illness improves. I have an old map of Rig White. We can bypass a few relatively large islands and walk for a few more days. .”

"Beckman..." Shanks once again praised from the bottom of his heart, "There is no better deputy captain in this world than you!"

The sea wind that pushed the boat gradually disappeared, the thick fog dispersed, and the sky became much brighter.When Beckman was found by Mr. Navigator, the first mate of the Reid, who was always good at strategy, found that he had made a rare mistake.

"Mr. Beckman, it's been cloudy here, and the record pointer is useless in such a ghostly place. We can't determine the direction shown on the map..." The navigator holding the old map was a little embarrassed.

Sensing the change in wind direction, Mihawk also came to the deck to look at the sea conditions. The navigator put away his words and thanked the guests again, "Mr. Hawkeye, I was really thankful to you last night."

Mihawk shook his head: "I just made more preparations." He pointed to the map in the navigator's hand, "Treasure map?"

Beckman discovered Hawkeye's pirate nature for the first time. He took the map from the navigator and calmly handed it to Mihawk, "an ordinary sea map."

Mihawk pressed down the brim of his hat and did not pick up the piece of paper, "I just want to remind you that no matter what kind of picture it is, it is useless in this sea."

Beckman took off his cigarette and smiled helplessly: "The navigator said that there is no way to determine the direction."

Mihawk looked up at the sky: "There is no sunlight, the pointer is out of order, and..." He pointed to the calm water below the ship, "The crust under this ocean is very active, earthquakes, submarine volcanoes, and the tsunamis they cause, or It is the vortex we have encountered before, and it is very common. Where yesterday was the surface of the sea, a new volcanic island may appear today."

"Hawkeye, you know this sea very well!" Shanks' cheerful voice suddenly sounded from behind the two, "Could it be that you have been here before?"

Mihawk turned his head and saw Shanks' clear eyes. It seemed that the other party had recovered from the hangover in such a short time.He recalled his only hangover experience when he was a teenager, and secretly admired the amazing resilience of the red hair in his heart.

"I haven't been here, but it's been planned for a long time."

"Huh?" Shanks came to his senses suddenly, "Yes, this is a paradise for pirates, and there are countless treasures buried here."

Mihawk remembered the reason why he was wanted in the first place. Facing the redhead he just met, the grievances that had been lurking in his heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, "Although unfortunately I became a pirate, but I am determined to be a pirate." Not here."

"...Unfortunately?" Shanks stopped smiling suddenly, he was silent for a while, and finally said, "Yeah...you don't look like you are looking for OnePiece."

Mihawk was keenly aware of the subtle changes in the other party's emotions, and he wasn't sure if he said something wrong again. "OnePiece? I'm not interested in it... hope to touch an island soon."

"I hope at least after noon," Shanks resumed his playful smile, clasped his hands facing the sea, "let me have another hot meal!"

Beckman looked at Hawkeye who turned and walked back to the cabin without saying a word, and patted the captain on the back: "There are so many people who disagree...don't bully the guests you brought back yourself like this."

"I'm just telling the truth..." Shanks replied innocently, grabbing the hat behind to cover half of his face.

Beckman turned and walked towards Mihawk's room.

"Beckman, what are you doing?" Shanks looked back at the deputy who behaved unexpectedly.

"Apologize for you." The world's best deputy captain on the Reid waved his hand, "If you can't keep someone, try to ask him about his understanding of this dangerous sea area."

"Don't go." Shanks took two steps back, grabbed Beckman's gun barrel pinned to his waist with great strength, and forced him to stop, "We are here to take risks... There is no need to admit to such people love."

Beckman had nothing to say about the kid's angry behavior.

Mihawk in the cabin has nothing to worry about. If it is Shanks' creed that "the way is different, don't conspire with each other", then Mihawk will directly delete it as "not conspire with each other".

He has nothing to do with anyone, even someone who is very interesting after meeting him.

What Mihawk was concerned about was another unknown thing. He gently pulled out the knife at his waist, stared at the blade quietly, and sighed silently.