You three were gathered at Kuraigana island. And you’d somehow ended up in a spar with Mihawk. Courtesy of Shanks.

You were in the courtyard, blade drawn. Mihawk had Yoru drawn as well. And then there was Shanks.

He was already sitting on a crumbling wall with a bottle in hand, “Woo! Look at that swing! That’s my girl!”

Mihawk? absolutely annoyed. He passed a glare in response to the cheering. “If you keep distracting her,” He said flat. “you’ll be the one I cut down.”

Shanks, of course, only got louder. “Don’t ignore me! I’m your number one fan! If he tries to act all serious and broody, just knock him flat on his ass!”

He whooped, raising the bottle like a makeshift flag. “C’mon, baby!! Oi, Mihawk! If you don’t marry her, I will!”