124 Forces begin to gather (1/2)
Shanks groaned as he shook his head, trying to shake off the effects of the previous day's partying. Lucky Roux had put on a masterful party, with a whole collection of well-made and refined fried cousine.
The Red hair flag waved vigorously in the wind as he chuckled. With a slight shake of his head he walked off the expansive deck, walking towards one of the few bodies that wasn't passed out cold.
With bow he looked over at the mustached figure before him. ”Oi, Hawkeye hell of a party wasn't it!” He exclaimed as he sat on a crate next to the stoic swordsmen.
”Ugh, red hair.. All this alcohol shall be the end of you I swear..” Mihawk groaned as he slapped his hand onto his pale forehead. His sword Yoru rested silently at his side, while his golden yellow eyes closed in annoyance.
One of the strongest Swordsmen in the world was currently flummoxed. On one hand, if he stayed here, he would be able to get a lot of action paced spars, but on the other, he would have to deal with the red hair pirate's in all their foolhardy glory. Tough decision.
”Don't be like that Hawkeye it's not like you have anything else to do..” Shanks began to whine, as he tossed back a bottle of ale that he got from god knows where.
”Quite, Red hair.” Mihawk chided as he slowly opened his eyes. He with a sharp gaze he looked over to the small patch of land that he had encountered Shank's crew on. In the shadows of the copse of trees that dotted the sandy beach a glimmering figure could be seen walking purposefully.
As Mihawk laid his eyes on the incoming figure he could not help but relax. The fall of a warlord had had him on edge. Especially if the ones behind Doflamingo's death was the one that he was thinking about.
He had had his fair share of battles with that rabid beast and didn't much want to face off against the suicidal menace.
However, things were not as they seemed. For the lonesome figure of Ben Beckman, that would at most times bring out feelings of relief within Mihawk as the only other sane person in Shank's vicinity, his somber expression was anything but.
He silently made his way onto the deck, overstepping Lucky's snoring sack like body and made his way up to his captain. As he did, a small smirk began to appear on his scarred face, the cigar in his mouth waving a silent smoky trail in the air.
This was it. Dracule decided, when Ben adopted the feral grin that he currently had on, he was more than likely to urge his captain into doing something infinitely crazier than anything the red haired blockhead could ever manage to do on his own.
”Red hair, I'm leaving!” He yelped out as he hastily got off the crate that he had been sitting on. Then with a strong heave he jumped off the ship landing on his rickety boat. Within seconds he had begun rowing away furiously.
”Nothing too serious captain, I think I just found us a new set of Rivals-in-the-making. What say you, we go visit 'em?” He asked with a cheerful chuckle as he handed over a fairly new paper. Throughout it all his cigar danced, smoke raising in happy little clouds to the sky.
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