Unfurl Your Sails (Shanks X Mihawk)

Journeying for what?

Note:

I didn't beta this chapter so if I have some mistakes on some parts, forgive thy soul pls

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"NO! Let me go!"

"Hold still! You're not going anywhere until you're healed!"

"I'm not missing this!"

"Stop taking off your bandages!"

Mihawk exhaled slowly through his nose as he listened to Shanks and Mayu argue over whether Shanks would be allowed to go to the funeral that afternoon. Mayu reckoned that Shanks could go if he was carried, or put into a wheelchair, to which Shanks protested greatly to.

"I'm fine, it's not that big of a deal!" Shanks argued again, waving his arms around as the bandages unfurled from his hand down. Mayu looked horrified at the state of his dressings, scrambling to wrap them again.

"You can barely walk after straining your legs!" She yelled back, forcing Shanks down. "You are not even standing until I make sure it's healed enough!"

"Shanks...just listen to her," Mihawk almost begged. Almost . He was tired of hearing Shanks complain over the past few hours after they slept a mind-boggling twelve hours. It was already the second day he'd had to deal with staying next to Shanks 24/7.

They were in the medicine house, a wooden eleven-room building, including the living room and the bathroom. Both Shanks and Mihawk were on separate beds next to each other, since Shanks insisted on it (Mihawk wished he protested more about that arrangement) in a room, separated by a hanging curtain.

Sometimes, Shanks would open the curtain and yell "boo!" to scare Mihawk. It never worked. He was also never amused.

The curtain was currently open, and Mihawk could see Shanks settle back against the pillows reluctantly. Mayu breathed a sigh of relief, wrapping the rest of the fresh bandages around his arm.

"What's up ya brats?" Rina's voice came in through the door. Mihawk and Shanks instantly shot straight up, arms tense before they remembered that she was also severely injured, and could not beat the shit out of them.

"I'm sorry," Rina said, brown hair mussed up as she walked through the doorway slowly in crutches. "It was my job to protect you two, and I left you both alone."

She shakily hobbled on over to both Mihawk and Shanks, the both of them laying down on their bedding. Mihawk looked at her from his position without moving his neck, though Shanks attempted to get up in a half-lying position.

"It's fine!" Shanks consoled, giving her a small smile. "They were a lot stronger than any of us would've thought." Mihawk nodded in agreement—Galvis's bounty should've been higher, in all honesty.

"Still..." Rina mumbled, lips pursed. When she looked back up, her eyes shone with a clear sheen, though no tears fell. "What if you two had died? What if more people were killed? I should've been stronger than that. It was absolutely pathetic."