Both man stayed on the cliff for a while, then walked back down to the town. It was late at night, but Mihawk and Shanks both agreed that they deserved some time together before they parted ways again. They decided to stay on the island for a week, so that the pirates can get a rest before their journey, and the captain and the swordsman can get to spend some time together.

After informing the Red Hair Pirate's crews, Mihawk and Shanks walked around the town. It was about 3 A.M. in the morning, so most of the stores and restaurants were closed. They just walked around the road, looking at the different types of buildings that stood along the way. No matter how quiet or awkward it got, the two men enjoyed walking side by side together.

"Hey Mihawk~ let's go get a room at the inn~ I'm too tired to walk anym..." Shanks somehow fell asleep in the middle of him speaking. He wobbled side to side, and fell into the hands of Mihawk.

Mihawk gave out an annoyed sigh. "This idiot can't do anything without me, can he?"

Mihawk picked Shanks up, and carried him to the nearest inn. He managed to get the last room available, but it was a single bed. That meant that Shanks and Mihawk had to share a bed together.

Mihawk at first didn't really care. He laid down the sleeping man onto the bed gently, and tucked him under the sheets. He was about to lie down, but suddenly was reminded of his relationship with Shanks. They may be close, but Mihawk didn't want to make Shanks uncomfortable. So Mihawk decided to sleep on the nearby chair.

Shanks woke up not too long after Mihawk fell asleep. He was confused as to where he was, since he didn't remember what happened. He got up to use the restroom, and took a quick shower to sober himself up.

Shanks came out of the restroom to see the sleeping swordsman on the chair. He moved closer to Mihawk, and waved his hands over the other man's face. No response. He must have been extremely tired. Shanks gently carried him to the bed, and lied down next to him. He stared at the quiet sleeping prince, and smiled. No matter how much he looked, Mihawk always looked so innocent and pure when he slept. He had the face of an angel.

Shanks stayed motionless for a couple of minutes, ad decided to go back to sleep. He gave a light kiss on Mihawk's cheeks, and fell back onto the bed to sleep.

Mihawk woke up and sat up on the bed. Wait. He was on the bed. When did he get on the bed last night? He was sure that he slept on the chair last night.

Mihawk looked around but didn't see Shanks anywhere. He assumed that Shanks went out for a quick walk, so he lied back down on the bed. Thanks to the drinking last night, Mihawk had a terrible headache.

Mihawk almost fell back asleep, until he heard Shanks walk back in the room. Mihawk wasn't feeling so well, so he stayed still on the bed.

Shanks walked to where Mihawk was, and placed something down on the table next to the bed. He then sat down gently next to Mihawk, and took out a piece of paper and a pen. He scribbled something on the paper, and placed it on the table.

Shanks paused and looked at Mihawk. He stared at the sleeping man for a while, then walked out.

Mihawk was feeling too lazy to get up to see what Shanks wrote down, so he just laid still on the bed. He managed to fall back asleep, and woke back up about 2 hours later.

Mihawk looked out the window, and saw that it was still early out. The sun was shining brightly, so it was around 12 P.M.. Mihawk looked around the room as he sat down, and noticed that Shanks was still missing. What was that man doing?

He finally went over to the table to see what Shanks left. It was a medicine and a note that said "Hey I bought you some medicine in case you're suffering from a bad hangover. You can thank me with a kiss later~ 3 -Shanks"

Of course he'd say that. But it was nice of him to buy medicine. Mihawk took the medicine, and gulped it down with a glass of water. He still had a slight hangover, but he could feel it go away within minutes.

Mihawk got his belongings together, and checked out of the inn. He walked around, wondering where Shanks went. As usual, he got nasty glares from people around him. He should have known that it would be normal when he became one of the Warlords.

He didn't have to look around for long, since there was only two people on the island that had a reputation. He heard people whispering around the street, and found out that Shanks was in a restaurant. Of course that idiot would be out in the open eating. He probably let down his guard thinking no one would attack him.

Mihawk went to the restaurant where Shanks was. The restaurant was lively, even in mid day. There were pirates and bandits everywhere, drinking and laughing away their worries. Mihawk could care less about these people wasting their money on getting wasted in the middle of day.

He looked around the restaurant, and found Shanks. His beautiful red hair stood out clearly in the crowd, so it was easy to find him. He was also drinking and eating. How classic.

"Mind if I join you on your lunch?" Mihawk said as he approached Shanks.

"Oh sure. I thought no one would approach me but I guess I was... Ohhhhh hey Mihawk~" Realizing that it was Mihawk who was talking to him, Shanks's face brightened with a smile.

"Why the hell are you getting drunk in the middle of the day? Aren't you even slightly worried about your health?" Mihawk questioned the drunk man as he sat down. He stole Shanks's plate of food and took a bite out of his meat.

"Psh since when were you so worried about my health? I'm fine if that's what you're asking. I just wanted lunch, that's all." Shanks took back the plate and gave Mihawk a playful punch at his shoulders. "And no stealing food you thief."

Mihawk let out a sigh. "Stop getting so drunk often. I'm worried about the people around you, not you."

"Rude as always. Whatever, imma get drunk as much as I want." Shanks smiled at Mihawk, and gulped down his booze.

Mihawk let out another sigh. How is this man so feared by everyone when he gets wasted so often? He's either sleeping or getting drunk everyday, which worried Mihawk often.

Mihawk got up from his seat, which surprised Shanks.

"Hey where are you going?"

"Outside, away from the smell of the drunks and alcoholics. Come find me when you're sober." Mihawk walked out of the restaurant and left Shanks's view.

Shanks pondered whether he should go to Mihawk or not, but decided to stay. Mihawk probably went to the cliff to take a nap. He can go find that idiot anywhere, so there was no point in chasing him down. Shanks returned to eating and drinking.

Mihawk actually wasn't much of a drinker. He only drank when he felt down, or on other special occasions. He usually hated the smell of alcohol and tobacco, especially in a cramped area like that restaurant. Breathing in the outside air, Mihawk felt much better already. He'd prefer the nature over that dirty building any day.

Mihawk felt too lazy to walk up the cliff. Instead, he went to the port where his ship and Shanks's ship were docked. Might as well visit the infamous pirate crew's ship when he got the chance.

Mihawk approached the ship, and walked onto the ship. Surprised by the sudden appearance, the crew took out their weapon in an attempt to guard themselves and the ship.

"Relax, gentlemen. I don't come here to terrorize you. Or else your captain might have killed me by now." Mihawk sat down on a crate that was sitting near by.

With the loud commotion that Mihawk caused, Ben Beckmann walked out to greet him.

"Hawkeye. To what pleasure do we owe you? And what happened to Shanks?"

"That idiot's drinking in day time. I just came here out of curiosity, that's all."

When Mihawk mentioned that he was no threat to anyone, the tight tension between the crew and the swordsman relaxed.

Mihawk took his time before saying anything. He could tell by their faces that the crew was still on guard. He smiled , then finally spoke out.

"So. Now that I'm the guest of honor here, would anyone be nice enough to enlighten me with stories of your captain?"