Never in all the years that he had sailed in the Grand Line and the New World , had Dracule Mihawk encountered such ... odd people.
Considering that there were mermaids, Devil Fruits and even the odd zombie; that is quite a feat. Not that he showed his surprise.
They weren't strange because of their appearances per say, no, that honour went to Gekko Moriah.
Their Haki signatures were different to any other living being.
Their Haki , while seemingly not unlocked, reacts differently to their surroundings.
Roronoa's Haki is intimidating to any lesser person and seems quite demonic to most people.
However, his Haki is similar to everybody else's Haki, though with subtle differences.
The thing is with their Haki is that it was structurally different from other people he encountered.
Mihawk couldn't explain what was exactly different,he just knew that it was different.
After all, Mihawk was no Vegapunk.
"May I ask where we are?"
Mihawk looked at the dark-haired man,no, boy.
He may not look like a child but he definitely wasn't a man. He still had that rare boyish feel to him that Mihawk only saw in Akagami and Mugiwara. However, his grey eyes had that haunted and wary look about them that is...unnatural, to say the least.
"You are in the west of the Grand Line",Mihawk replied.
"Grand Line?!"exclaimed the ginger-haired male.
The dark haired elbowed the ginger for his sudden outburst.
"What did you do that for?"complained the ginger, glaring playfully at the raven.
The raven just rolled his eyes.
"Do you even know what the Grand Line is?"asked Mihawk, raising an eyebrow at their actions.
The males froze.