【Eagle Red】Lifetime

After Mihawk took a bath and changed his clothes, when he stood on the deck again, Shanks stared at him in a daze.Because the hair was still stained with water, Hawkeye just held his exaggerated feather hat in his hand. Although the wet and stiff black short hair had been combed well, a few strands stood up disobediently, It was swaying lively in the wind, coupled with the expressionless face of the owner, it unexpectedly seemed that this person was a little dumbfounded.

Shanks suddenly wanted to laugh, but the reason seemed insufficient.For the first time, he felt that subtle changes in a person's appearance and expression could be so interesting.

Beckman understood at a glance that the captain was suppressing his laughter. However, he looked around the entire ship, including the few hairs on Mihawk's head, but he still couldn't find the culprit who would provoke the captain. He had no choice but to go forward and push Shanks, "Boss, you should also take a shower, it's so dirty."

Shanks went to the cabin accordingly, and smiled at Mihawk the moment he passed by, and then he heard Hawkeye whisper, "Thank you for your hospitality."

Shanks, who was still paying attention to Mihawk's hair, didn't think about the meaning of this sentence, but before striding into the bathroom, he replied casually, "Don't say polite words."

The room that was used just now was very humid, and Shanks was still thinking about the banquet for a while, so he simply took a shower, and then showed himself on the lively deck again.Then he saw his most powerful deputy approaching with a piece of paper.

"Where's our guest?" The wet Shanks asked while rubbing his red hair with a towel.

"The guest has already sailed away, and he said he told you." Beckman looked at the captain's petrified face, and said very sadly, "...sadly."

Shanks suddenly wanted to have a duel with Beckman, but his deputy handed Shanks the blank paper in time, "I just found it on Hawkeye's cabin table."

Shanks took the paper with a frown, and opened it to see the font written with a quill pen. Unexpectedly, it wasn't particularly beautiful, but it had a fierce imposing manner.

"There is no direction or route to be determined within the range of Rigwhite. Impromptu driving, be careful of reefs and eddies, until you encounter unknown ocean currents when you can't see the island. At this time, there is no need to panic, and you can reach Pitti with sails and the current town and continue to leave the area on this current."

Shanks stared closely at the very chic signature behind the not-so-long text - "Jorakle Mihawk".

"What should I do..." The boss of the red-haired pirates laughed unhappily, and inadvertently created a low air pressure within a few steps, "I suddenly... don't want that guy to just walk away, Baker Man."

"May I ask the reason?" the person named asked directly.

"I don't know," Shanks decisively gave an unreasonable answer, "It's probably because this kind of gesture of pointing people out before leaving is too unpleasant."

"It's very unreasonable, Boss, and you know he has good intentions." Beckman was more objective, "Although I'm also surprised that his withdrawn personality turns out to be very considerate."

"What should we do...Beckman?" Shanks sat casually on the deck, raised his head and looked at his deputy without compromising.

"In fact, the ship is already heading with the wind, and Hawkeye is heading in this direction when he walks. I think our big ship will catch up with him and overtake him in a while."

Shanks jumped up all of a sudden: "Good job! Beckman."

"So I'm here to ask... Do we want to overtake him?" the deputy captain of the Reid asked with a smile.

After Mihawk got to know Redhead for a whole day, he was finally able to repeat his daily life at sea again in his little coffin boat.At this time, he was roasting a bird on his small fire. Mihawk's plan was to roast fish, but a seabird happened to pass by here and dropped a small pile of excrement straight on top of his head.Although the future great swordsman dodged easily, he still cared a little about the boat getting dirty.As a result, this uninterested seabird was finally sent to the underworld by the sword energy of the black knife, and the rest of the body landed on Mihawk's boat, and was honored to enjoy the treatment of the meal on the plate.

Just when the poor seabird was turned over on the fire until its body gradually turned golden yellow, with oil droplets oozing out of its skin and flesh, Mihawk heard the sound of water approaching behind him vigilantly.The moment he put his hand on the handle of the knife, a voice that was no longer unfamiliar sounded eagerly behind him: "Don't cut it! Otherwise, I will have to swim over next time!"

Mihawk turned around slowly, and saw the red-haired man not far away putting on a big smiling face on the small wooden boat, paddling and waving to himself.Although Mihawk didn't know the other party's reason for coming, he had already figured out the person's style, so he continued to turn his body and turned over the cooked bird on the stove with all his heart--sooner or later he would know why the redhead came. Instead of speculating randomly, How about making sure you don't burn the food first.

When Shanks finally arrived at the side of the small coffin boat, he saw the work that Hawkeye, who had been facing away from him, was doing. He swallowed and thought happily that luckily he didn't eat on the boat before coming.

Mihawk let Shanks tie the wooden boat behind the coffin boat with a rope.Just as the swordsman no longer fortifies the red-haired pirate, Shanks is also very sure that the silence of the seemingly indifferent Mihawk does not mean that he is not welcome.

"...It turns out that I don't get as much attention as a roasted bird." Shanks sat down on the deck opposite Mihawk again with a bit of a shocked expression, "so I can ask for half as compensation ?"

"Isn't your chef all right?"

"However, no matter how good the craftsmanship is, the same person will occasionally get tired of it." Shanks stared at the roasted bird and said frankly.

"Is there something important for you to come after me?" Mihawk didn't continue to dwell on the same question, and still focused on roasting the bird.

"We just followed your instructions and drove along the wind impromptuly, and we just ran into it again." Shanks felt that he was not lying.

Mihawk stopped talking.Shanks was also leisurely enjoying the tranquility that would no longer embarrass him, and suddenly felt that it would be good to keep floating like this.

As the scent of the wind blowing from the fire became stronger and stronger, Shanks also became a little restless, and he remembered that Hawkeye did not explicitly promise to share this delicious bird with him.

Facts have proved that his worries were not superfluous. Hawkeye, who had finally finished roasting the bird and extinguished the fire, was staring at him with an inexplicable gaze, and did not make any move to share the food.

"Hey, Hawkeye," Shanks spread his hands pitifully, "at least we got to know each other, so there's no need to begrudge half a bird, right?!"

Mihawk took off the knife in front of his chest, listening to the red hair chattering nonsense in his ears that this thing is not a decoration, but the design is really exquisite, and happily chopped the roasted bird into small pieces. Then he took out a clean oiled paper bag, put all the steaming bird meat in it, and handed it to Shanks.

"Huh?" Shanks was taken aback.

"So you can go back to your Reid?" Mihawk said quite naturally, "If this bird is the purpose of your trip."

Shanks was speechless for a moment.

"Then what do you eat?"

"Catch another fish to roast."

"I'd be embarrassed."

"So you still have this kind of feeling."

Shanks stared at Mihawk's expressionless face with black lines all over his head, once again experiencing the lethality of such a cold and venomous tongue.

It was rare that Mihawk, who was really not very polite, turned his head slightly to look at the Reid, which was no longer covered by thick fog not far behind him.Shanks happened to be able to see the sharp eyes of the other party who narrowed slightly, and at the same time, the calm voice of the man came from his ear: "I don't think your big ship slowed down on purpose and happened to be at the same time as me. It's just a coincidence."

"...It's rare to make a friend, isn't it good to be a road companion?" Shanks finally directly expressed the only idea that can be used as a legitimate reason.

"I don't want to leave this sea for the time being." Mihawk turned around, "And I don't want to walk with others."

"There's no need to be so indifferent, right? Hawkeye..." Shanks opened the paper bag, took out a piece of bird meat and threw it into his mouth, mumbling while chewing, "If you don't want to go back to Red, then just don't worry about it. "

"Like you, we are also here for an adventure, and we never thought of leaving before we finished our stroll in this sea." The red-haired captain bared his teeth distortedly because of the hot food, and continued to explain, "Even if Ray Germany has a different path from yours, but we are free to take whatever route we want at any speed."

Mihawk took out his fishing rod and threw it into the sea, and started fishing calmly, letting the other party explain his shameless point of view.

"Let's just come to your ship as a guest!" Shanks finally said without any shame.

Mihawk stared at the fishing rod that was not moving, and summed up the redhead's remarks, "In other words, it's called eating and drinking, right?"

"...Forget it," Shanks, who was fashionable and young at that time, finally cared a little about Mihawk's evaluation of himself just now, and whispered in a low voice: "Anyway, you also said that I won't be embarrassed."

Mihawk finally endured Shanks' reckless behavior. From another perspective, the boat was too small. He could neither draw his sword to cut off the opponent, nor bothered to have a physical conflict to push the red hair into the water, so the last thing he could do was Only to ignore the guest indifferently.

But Shanks didn't care at all, he untied the flagon from his waist again and handed it to Mihawk, everything seemed to be repeating the scene 24 hours ago.

Mihawk was rolling up his sleeves and packing up the newly caught fish. He frowned and looked at the wine handed by the redhead, shaking his head to express his disinterest.Shanks refused to let go, and while continuing to eat the roast bird that Hawkeye gave him, he sighed at the other party's incomprehensible style, but Mihawk ignored all these.

When a fish was finally grilled, Mihawk had to have a fish and bird dinner with Shanks who had never planned to leave. He was really impatient with Shanks' persistent suggestion and had to accompany him They had a drink with each other.

That night, the vice-captain on the Reid and the cadres held a binoculars, watching their leader and Hawkeye seem to be getting along in harmony from a distance, and the smile on Shanks’ face showed that he really It was fun, especially when Hawkeye finally raised his glass to drink with him.

"Does the boss really want to get that guy on board too? He spent more than an hour soaking softly in order to toast the wine..." Lackey muttered to himself with the meat in his mouth.

"I have a hunch that if it's that person, it's useless to grind for 100 years." Jesus spread his hands and turned to look at the deputy captain. However, he was startled by the thoughtful and serious expression on Beckman's face.

"I always have a bad premonition," the vice-captain of the Reid rarely spoke with reason, "although the chief's behavior is not too much for himself."

"I think Hawkeye's temper is not bad, right? He wasn't angry when everyone made such a fuss yesterday... and the boss is not helpless in front of him." Lackey disagreed.

Beckman shook his head dignifiedly, but did not explain anything in the end.

Meanwhile the dull conversation on the boat continued.

"What year were you born, Hawkeye?"

"The sea calendar is 1479."

"Huh? It's four years earlier than me!" Shanks was a little bit shocked, but then cheered up again, "But it must be earlier than me to go to sea!"

"Two years ago."

"Then I have more than four years of experience! You really have to call me senior!"

"..."

Mihawk had to secretly admit that the redhead was a very attractive person, at least he didn't let himself feel irritable after talking for so long on the boat.

For a certain period of time afterwards, Mihawk repeatedly recalled how he and the redhead got along with each other, but he couldn't always remember the night when they talked the most. What did the person say? something.

The custom of Xihai in my hometown?The experience of being a pirate trainee when you were young?Or comments on fine wines from around the world?Maybe some of both.Maybe those chats that passed away with the wind are not important, what is important is that someone inexplicably broke into his world alone, and then stayed there unreasonably, breaking his life that never needed variables, Mihawk finally Think helplessly, but don't feel resentment.

That night, the redhead sat on the coffin boat until it was completely dark before leaving, and sincerely invited Hawkeye to sleep on the Reid before leaving: "Your boat doesn't seem to even have a place to lie down."

"I'm used to it, it won't be uncomfortable."

In the end, Shanks didn't insist, and jumped on his own wooden paddle boat: "Then see you tomorrow!"

Mihawk frowned because of the word "tomorrow", and silently watched Shanks leave in a boat.

Sure enough, he was still too young, and he probably lost interest in a few days.Mihawk, who was still young, thought so in his heart.