With the Warlord system abolished, there were only so many places Mihawk could have gone to. As he was packing rather hastily, knowing the Marines could be barging in any moment, he was on the line with none other than Crocodile, listening as his former colleague offered him a rather lucrative job. Still, Mihawk was rather indecisive about it. He needed time to think and would rather not have to make decisions he could very well regret later on.
A glance thorough the window was enough to have him hurry. Several Marine ships were already at the shore, disembarking and making their way to the castle. The thrill of the hunt was there, fingers itching to take a hold of Yoru and have a go at the Marines now that there was nothing tying him to them or the World Government.
He stopped himself. This was not the time.
A few books and several wine bottles shoved in a burlap sack, long coat put on along with the hat and sword placed on his back, and Mihawk fled the castle on Kuraigana Island, successfully evading the Marines who were too busy with the Humandrills to notice he was making a run for it.
But where to go? The first logical person his mind went to was Shanks. He knew the man well enough to know he'd offer him a place on his ship without him having to join his crew on top of it, though he would never hear the end of his ever-present cocky attitude and begging for a proper sword fight like back in the day. He could always find himself another abandoned island and make it his new home, though being stationary when being hunted by Marines wasn't smart either.
No, he needed to be somewhere where he'd be protected, could also offer protection in return and where he'd feel at home. He knew just the place.
It took some time and some Marine avoiding to find the ship he was looking for. It was just as he remembered, albeit somewhat weathered, which was to be expected, docked at a small unsuspecting port just as he remembered from his childhood when the Captain would like to wander about or just mingle among people as a civilian. Maybe, just maybe, if he was lucky, his mother was still part of the crew as well.
With just the burlap sack in hand and the sword on his back, Mihawk made his way to where the ship was docked, sitting down on one of the dock poles just like he did when he was a child waiting for the Captain to return.
She did, eventually, and the swordsman couldn't help the soft smile, features relaxing immediately. She looked just as he remembered - radiating security and authority alike, as the King of pirates should. He wondered if she'd recognize him.
"Permission to step on board, Captain."
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