"We may or may not know what the Grand Line is",said the ginger-haired male sheepishly.

Mihawk felt a small pang of annoyance but his face was still an emotionless mask.

"You either do or you don't", said Mihawk.

The raven and the ginger glanced at each other.

"Well then, guess we just had to admit", sighed the raven, " we don't know what the Grand Line is because we aren't from this world."

Mihawk's eyebrow rose, just touching his hairline.

"Seems like this sea just keeps on popping out surprises",Mihawk muttered under his breath.

"Do you have any way to make me believe this?" asked Mihawk.

Swallowing thickly, the raven flicked his wrist and a stick appeared in his hand.

Mihawk was unimpressed, to say the least.

"Just wait a moment and can I borrow a piece of cloth, perhaps?"said the raven.

Giving in to the unusual request, Mihawk passed a black cloth.

The raven just tapped the cloth and it changed into a key. A BLOODY KEY!

"So you are from another world and as much as I find it hard to believe it seems to be a somewhat logical explanation for all... this",mused Mihawk.

"Oh, by the way, what is your name?"asked the ginger in his happy-go-lucky attitude. Mihawk had the fleeting but terrifying thought that he resembled Akagami in his demeanour.

"Isn't rude to not introduce yourself before asking the same of me?"

The ginger just grinned.

"Suppose so. The name's Fred. Fred Weasley."

"I'm Regulus Black."

"So your names are Black and Weasl-"

"NO! I mean no, our names are Fred and Regulus."

" Where we come from, our family name's come last and our given names first."

Mihawk's face took on a look of contemplation of some sorts.

"Is that so?"

"Sure is", beamed Fred. Mihawk could feel like he is ready to vomit at the young man's happiness. It's even more insufferable than Akagami's. However, Mihawk had a gut feeling that Fred is a lot manageable than Akagami can ever be, so his sanity is still safe. Hopefully.

His gut feeling is rarely wrong but in the very rare cases it is wrong... well it wasn't pretty.

"So are you going to tell us who you are or are we going to skirt around it the entire day?", enquired Regulus , the younger of the two.

"I am Dracule Mihawk. I should clarify that around here our family name comes first and then, our given names. You really should start to address yourselves like that."

"Crikey! It's gonna be a bit troublesome but fairs do, I suppose."

"There is a more pressing matter at hand; you see, we don't have any suitable boat or something to travel and we also need to learn the ropes."

Mihawk narrowed his eyes.

"So you basically want me teach the ways of this world and travel along with me?" reiterated Mihawk.

"Yes."

"Pretty much."