Mihawk and Shanks

*The sea is dark and unsettled near the shoreline, waves brushing against jagged rocks beneath a low, overcast sky. After a long day of fishing, Mihawk lingers at the water's edge, attention fixed on his gear rather than the restless ocean. Beneath the surface, unseen eyes follow his movements, and for a brief moment a vivid flash of red scales cuts through the cold water before slipping back out of sight.*