MihawkxPerona drabbles

What's his problem?

(Canonverse, after time-skip, little bit of swearing and a hint of romance)

Miles and miles of water. Not a cloud in the sky. Just different hues of blue where ever she looked. Up or down, just blue blue blue. Not that Perona was looking around much. Her eyes were locked on the boards below her as she was silently sitting at the floor of the small boat doing her best not to piss herself right now. Too afraid to even open her umbrella to shield herself from the scorching sun.

The water was eerily still as the tiny boat moved slowly, but surely, forward.

Perona didn't really know how the boat worked. Sails up, the two big candles lit and the owner of the boat sitting on his the throne, calm, but observant as they slid through the calm waters. Hawkeyes Mihawk was always silent if she asked him how it worked and right now she didnt really feel like asking anyway:

Because he is one crazy crazy man.

Going through the calm belt was nuts. She didn't know how he could keep so calm there, in the nest of the seakings. Even more creepy was that if a seaking did rise up, just a glanse of the boat was enough to make the beast go back down to the murky waters.
They all must know him by now, man crazy and strong enough to go through those waters in such measly little boat. If she had known he was going outside of Grandline, she wouldn't have begged him to take her with him, or more like pestered him to do so.

Her and her damn curiosity.

A week earlier when they had been enjoying breakfast by the balcony, he had gotten a letter, brought to him by one of the seagulls with the daily paper. Most of the time he would not even open the letters, but this time he had stood up of his seat and marched straight to his room.
It was quite peculiar. What could shake the unshakable man so badly?
It did not take long for him to get ready to go on a trip. She had tried questioning what had the letter been about to incite such reaction out of him, but he had been adamant to not answer. She had no other choice than to force her company onto him.

Bad choice as it turns out.

- "You can stop covering now, ghost girl." He announced lamely as they got out of the calm belt to a rain storm.
- "Do you do this trip often!?" She shot up from her hiding spot and opened her umbrella to shield herself from the falling rain. "A crazy trip through death zone!?" She was annoyed by how emotionless he was being.
- "Often enough. If you weren't here I could have gone faster." He grunted.
- "Nag, nag, nag!" She rolled her eyes and looked at the murky vast ocean before them. "So which sea is this?"
- "That you don't need to know."
- "Huuuh? What kind of horrible secret can you have in these baby waters?" She looked at her arms still warm from the blaze of the sun. "Your fault if I tan."

He gave her a frown as water was dripping down the brim of his hat. He was doing nothing to shield himself from the down pour.

- "You should feel bad." She chastised him.
- "Who knows, maybe a little bit of colour would make you look less of a corpse."
- "A CORPSE!!? HELLO! I'm the GHOST princess, you brick. Ghosts are supposed to be pale and dead looking, but not like corpses, you idiot."
- "I prefer women alive." He shrugged.
- "Who cares about your preferences!? You're stuck with me!"
- "That's fine with me."

He smiled a little and she paused, a slight blush rising on her cheeks. He looked at her with a cheeky glimmer to his eyes.

- "You're looking a lot more alive right now, aren't you?" He teased.
- "Hmph!" She turned on her heels and went to the other end of the boat.

Crazy idiot man.

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She held her hand down in the water as they moved rather fast. Faster than usual. It had been two days since they got out of the calm belt. They had made no stops even when she could clearly see a town at the shore of a passing island.