Pirate: I'm not the King of the Sea, so don't mess with me.

The fifth month of being at sea alone.

It was also the sixth month since Captain Roger was executed.

Shanks met his ideal first mate, a man named Ben Beckman.

The man was getting bored to death.

He said that he was a child who had not grown up and asked him to wean himself before he could learn to be a mature pirate and venture into the sea.

What Shanks said at that time.

He fastened his straw hat tightly and was not angry. He smiled and put it on, listening carefully and a little coquettishly: "Don't be like this, Baker, you are my first mate, and you can only be my first mate. Let's go to sea together!" "

The big red-haired boy's smile was brighter than the sun.

The childish brows and eyes are as broad-minded and open-minded as adults.

He smiled heartily and very childishly. As Beckman said when he was bored, he looked like he had never been weaned.

But people’s aura is often beyond description.

Beckman felt like he was like the ocean.

When you are willful, the waves roll and sweep across the sky, but when you are well-behaved and sensible, you are so brilliant and wanton.

I also feel that his character is like the wind.

Wander at will, wander as you please.

Anywhere is good, as long as there is excitement, treasures, and a place worth staying, he will go there curiously like a child who has never seen the world.

The exclamations and shouts were all childish in a way that he felt was not mature enough to take on the role of captain.

But he is the wind, he will not stop for anything, and he is very willful. He always thinks that even if he comes, he must take something with him.

Just like meeting him.

They just met by chance and happened to fight side by side again. He asked him to board his ship and serve as first mate for such a guy.

With this style of work, he is a very good pirate, but also more carefree and willful than a pirate.

Imagine that the future captain is like an unweaned child...

Beckman held the cigarette in his mouth without smoking, just letting it burn.

The rising curls of tobacco failed to cover the expression on his face, which showed disgust visible to the naked eye.

But Shanks was too persistent.

"Let's go together! I think you are my first mate, and you will definitely become my first mate hehe~"

Listen, is this human talk?

Where does the confidence come from?

The other party was reluctant: "Baker, Baker, tell me the reason why you went to sea!"

He followed him, looking around, smiling and trying every means to get closer to him.

Then he said to himself: "I have dreams I want to realize! People I want to meet."

"It has been agreed that when I become famous, I will go find her..."

Beckman accidentally looked back and saw the spirit and longing of a young man.

she?

Beckman looked away and suddenly thought of Xia Beidi's chatter before she died.

[You brat, you must find Zheniya for me. You must find her. 】

[I said to Grandma Xia Beidi, why not just be quiet and die? Why would you leave any last words? And that guy is not related to you, right? Why do you want to find her? 】

【...Smelly boy! Get rid of your playboy bad habits...]

[Can I bury it? 】

【wait wait wait……】

The old lady, who was barely breathing, still stubbornly raised her hands and stared at him, her face pale as she held on.

She suddenly put down her hand and murmured with distracted eyes: [Baker, I have lived for 150 years and have seen too many people...]

At that time, Beckman sat on the edge of the dug pit and lit a cigarette for himself.

He raised his head and looked at the sky.

Broken sadness flashed in the pupils, and the indifferent expression was just to cover up the painful emotions of the impending death of a loved one.

He said: [So? Did you fall in love with her immediately? 】

【……do not you? 】

【no! 】

Xia Beidi was silent.

For a long time, at the last moment of her life, Xia Beidi said uneasily: "I'm not forcing you to find her, it's just...Baker, you don't care about anything. You are cold, rational, and quiet, but people must always have something." dream……】

[Go look for it, it doesn’t matter even if you can’t find it, just think of it as giving yourself a goal and a reason to move forward... Don’t stop at my grave, it means nothing to you...]

Tsk!

The old woman is dead.

But before he died, he left a task for him, a task that... he couldn't refuse.

In his ears, Shanks' hearty voice was still there, without any haze.

He knew that this young man whom he despised as being unweaned had dreams and goals, and was working tirelessly to achieve them.

Beckman narrowed his eyes and suddenly stopped. He turned around and glanced at the boat that was drifting away with the waves. Then he asked coldly, holding a cigarette in his mouth: "The boat is drifting away, and I'm afraid you won't be able to become my captain." ”

In front of him, the straw hat boy was stunned for two seconds, then looked at the coast, and then collapsed and shouted: "Ah, my boat, my boat!!!"

Watching the other party rush to the shore, jump into the sea to catch the floating boat.

Beckman clicked his tongue, turned and left.

However, after a long time, he didn't see the other party catching up, and Beckman was still a little uncomfortable with being talked about for a long time.

His footsteps stopped in place.

Thinking that that guy is indeed very strong, and has a cheerful and informal personality. Although he seems to have not been weaned, he has a faint demeanor of a strong man...

Beckman clicked his tongue again, pulled the back of his head twice irritably, then turned around and walked quickly towards the shore.

But before I even reached the shore, I heard a broken cry.

Probably crying?

he thinks.

Beckman was stunned.

Raising an eyebrow: Because he's crying if he doesn't get on the boat? real or fake?

However, as he walked to the beach without stopping, he saw a young man kneeling on the beach with his head on the beach.

The hands he held on his chest seemed to be holding something, tightly and with great force, so hard that the curve of his bent back was painful.

Clear sadness comes with the wind.

Beckman stood there blankly.

At that moment, he felt his emotions.

The pain, loss and collapse of losing the most important thing and never getting it back are beyond words.

Later, Beckman, who had become the first mate on the Red Forth, asked Shanks.

"Who were you crying for that day?"

The young man who has experienced a lot together has matured a lot. He is as dazzling as the inexhaustible burning sun, attracting every crew member to board the ship.

But when it came to this matter, the usually heartless guy showed fragile emotions with his drooping eyebrows.

He said: "A very important person!"

He raised his head and looked at the horizon, the wind blowing his bright red hair, sadness broken in his smile.

He said: "Beck, there are many things that I haven't figured out yet, and I'm thinking about the day I'll see you again like an idiot..."

He withdrew his gaze and reached out to touch his heart, his expression hurt and a little confused: "But I can never see you again..."

The one who hugged him with a smile, pinched his cheeks threateningly, or gave him some popular science opinions such as "beautiful women can lie", made him always eager to see and touch her, To go...to the one I love...never to be seen again.

【postscript】

As Shanks said, there are a lot of things he still hasn't figured out.

For example, her heart-thumping smile.

A joyful mood because of her joy.

The pain and reluctance of parting.

The anger of being with her and not wanting to be bothered by the first officer.

A shameful dream in the middle of the night.

And...he didn't tell anyone...

【He wants to see her! 】

It was the goal that gave him more motivation than finding the great secret treasure left by the captain, the goal that he most urgently wanted to achieve, and that he worked hard for.

However... on that sunny afternoon, on that golden beach.

The white on the fingertips shattered and dissipated, like a pool of bubbles, shattered in the afternoon sunshine together with the indescribable emotions and the goal of joy.

...it truly disappeared and could never be found again.