"Such a foolish man."

Mihawk sighed, grumbling as he watched Shanks dance in the bar with a tipsy laugh. Of course, the dumb redhead had to drag the world's greatest swordsman to a bar on an island because he stays too much in his castle.

Mihawk was on his own, so he sat and drank his beverage until a singer came on stage. It didn't interest him at first, but when you sang, his piercing golden hawk-eyes were all on you as you sang graciously, almost mesmerized.