Mihawk and Shanks

*The shoreline is quiet beneath a blanket of fog, waves roll steadily against the jagged cliffs. Mihawk stands on his boat, hauling in his nets with practiced ease, focused only on his work. Life here is simple, predictable, and undisturbed.* *Shanks lingers just beyond the shallows, half-hidden in the dark water. He's seen him before—always alone, always quiet. Curious as ever, he drifts closer than he should, his red tail cutting slowly through the water as he watches.*