Zefa of the Pirate

Chapter 198, The Drowned!
"Um?"

Mosa suddenly stopped in his tracks, frowning slightly.

"What's the matter, teacher?" Makarich stopped following Mosa and subconsciously asked.

"Another ship has come, but it doesn't seem to be the Wax Pirates we were waiting for."

"Yes, yes, and the Beeswax Pirates! If they weren't late, how could I have boarded Gol Roger's ship by mistake! I didn't expect them to come here for so long!" Makarich shook him The black half-length hair said excitedly.

At this moment, he finally remembered the culprit who did not arrive in time and caused his life and death-the Wax Pirates!
"You still have the nerve to say it?!" Hearing Makarich say that, Mossa immediately blew up. This guy actually has the nerve to blame others???
"Teacher, let's wait here for the Beeswax Pirates! It's been more than a day late, I want them first"

"Let's take a look at this one first, it seems to be quite interesting."

"what?"

A dilapidated large ship with its mast almost broken is gradually approaching the shore. The large ship seems to have just experienced a tragic battle. There are many potholes on the ship after being hit by shelling, and there are countless sword marks, ax marks, gun marks and burn marks on the deck. .

And more importantly. Blood! The blood that almost stained the ship!
It seemed that the owner of the ship had no intention of cleaning the blood. The blood had all coagulated into a dark red substance, spreading all over the ship, like a poorly skilled worker painted a layer of dark red paint on the ship.

"Huhu, Alabasta?" A loud voice sounded, and the tone seemed to contain mixed emotions such as happiness, trance, and sadness.

"It's finally here! Hahahahahahahahahaha."

The speaker seemed to be holding on, speaking loudly on purpose to remind himself of something, or perhaps to strengthen his courage—his loud voice was full of weakness and exhaustion that could not be concealed.

"Catherine I. Cough. Flickrbis. Cough. Stand up again!" Perhaps because the throat has adapted to the feeling of making a sound, the hoarse voice just now suddenly softened a lot.

"No, I have to ask for directions, otherwise it will go on like this?"

"Two brats?" The voice reappeared. At this time, the speaker had already walked to the edge of the deck, revealing the face of a handsome young man with blond mid-length hair.

"Who are you?" Mosa was a little confused about whether to arrest this guy who seemed to be in a bad situation. After all, he just decided to work hard to become a navy.

"Where are you going?" Makarich wanted to distract him, so that the guy who got off the pirate ship would not die in the hands of the teacher. The inexplicable sense of intimacy, simply put, is pleasing to the eye.

Looking at these two brats who dared to go up without knowing their lives, Flickrbis scratched his messy blond hair with some headaches and irritability.

"Hey! Brats, I don't have time to play with you. I'm a big pirate! Where is the nearby port?" Flickrbis jumped out of the boat and threw a few [-]-berry bills at the two brats.

"Are you a pirate?" Flickrbis asked strangely when he saw the purple-haired kid.

"That's right, I'm the great pirate Flickrbis!" After finishing speaking, Flickerbis found another black-haired kid with a weird expression on his face, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Hey, why do you have to say that you are a pirate? I can't even let you go." The purple-haired kid sighed.

"I'm the Navy."

"Navy? Cut, is he another kid who has been dazzled by the so-called justice?" Flickrbis sneered, staring at the purple-haired brat who didn't know what to do, and said, "Little guy, the world doesn't exist. In government propaganda."

After finishing speaking, Flickrbis also lost the desire to ask for directions, turned around and left, preparing to ask the next person he met.

"Stop, pirate." A crisp and childish voice sounded behind Flickrbis.

Flickrbis stopped in his tracks. He looked impatiently at the sandy surface under his feet, and turned around with a fierce light in his eyes—although he had some kindness that a pirate shouldn't have, so he didn't He is too willing to take action against this kind of brat who is obviously dazzled by the navy's set of things, but this does not mean that he can tolerate the opponent's repeated provocations.

"Little brat, looking for death is not a good habit." Flickrbis pulled out the knife from his waist and pointed at the purple-haired kid who seemed to him to be out of order.

"Are you looking for death?" The purple-haired kid narrowed his eyes.

"I arrest you in the name of Sand Mosa, Deputy Chief of the Naval Branch in Alabasta, Lieutenant Colonel of the Navy." Following the voice of the purple-haired kid, a depressive atmosphere began to permeate the desert.

"This aura is a bit strong, Lieutenant Colonel of the Navy, he is still such a young lieutenant colonel, heh, it seems that my luck is not so good." Flickrbis' eyes darkened, and his face was very ugly.

"Catch it, pirate."

"I am, the great pirate Flickrbis! Brat!"

"Are you still unable to let go of your identity as a pirate? What an obsession."

"What do you know! Brat!"

"One knife style--Ghost letter!"

"Asura said, Rose."

boom!
The strange and powerful slash that shone with dim light collided with the gorgeous roses blooming wantonly on the desert.

a time.

The light of the knife shattered.

The sky is full of yellow sand!
cough.

cough cough cough.

Flickrbis coughed violently as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

so strong
Will it die?
The huge gap like a natural moat made this man who had experienced countless fights desperate.

At this moment, the muscles he hadn't recovered after the fight once again expressed his warning to him in his own way—he knelt forward and knelt down on the desert, powerlessly lowering his high head.

Flickrbis was born on a small island in the West Sea, which is not barren but not rich. The name of the island is White Pigeon Island, which has no meaning, but is just a name randomly chosen by outsiders to distinguish the difference.

Flickrbis was born in a farm family on such an island.

The young Flickrbis was very strong and easily defeated the gangsters from the next village who came to make trouble several times, and was praised by the whole village for a while.

As a young man, he began to hate the farm and the life of working on the land day after day.

Like many young people in this world, he is dissatisfied with the status quo, unwilling to continue living an ordinary and mediocre life, living a life that can be seen to the end at a glance, but he is very powerless to find that he does not know where to start Change.

Because the world he can come into contact with in life is so narrow, farmers, fishermen, small businessmen, taverns, petty thieves, and gangsters can't see more colorful and diversified existences.

He couldn't even find a specific goal - everyone he looked at was in the same state, level, and idea as before, and no one could give him specific guidance.

In the end, it was only because of the constant turmoil in his heart that he set his eyes on the sea that was extremely dangerous but also had endless possibilities.

Go to sea!
Two years later, Flickrbis already owned a small ship, and became a well-known sea warrior in several nearby islands. His muscles became stronger, his temperament was sharpened, and of course his glory was indispensable. scars.

At this moment, he seems to have achieved his goal, but he is even more dissatisfied. He is not satisfied with the short and even the furthest trip without leaving Baige Island for seven days.

These days of his experience and struggle in the sea have transformed his whole being from the inside out—increasing strength, firm will, growth in wealth, transformation of thinking, maturity of ideas, and openness of pattern.

And he also successfully found his next goal - he is going to the Great Channel!
The great waterway is so attractive. It is synonymous with wealth, fame and power in this world. Countless ships full of people with dreams flock to this sea area like carp crossing the river.

Countless of them achieved what they longed for and took root in this sea, so the great channel is even more attractive.

But it's not without danger and cost!
Because entering the great waterway does not necessarily mean that you will be successful and famous. There is a greater probability that you will be drowned in this sea called the place where dreams gather—of course, some people will survive, forget their dreams, and struggle to survive at the bottom.

Feeling his exhausted and weak body, Flickrbis recalled the incomparable power of the little navy that crushed everything just opposite, as well as the overwhelming sand.
Despair, unwillingness, confusion, confusion, anger, powerlessness, all kinds of complex emotions spread in my heart.

Is it wrong?
Yes, I shouldn't have gone to sea.

If you don't go to sea, don't come to the great channel
Flickrbis stared blankly at the ordinary sand on the ground, and suddenly a grain of sand fell from the sky in front of him. When his eyeballs subconsciously caught the moving object—the grain of sand, In an instant, that grain of sand mixed with other identical grains of sand and disappeared—that grain of sand was just like him before!
Unremarkable!
Do not!
I am right!
If drowning in the Great Channel is my destiny.
Then I don't choose to die of old age on that farm, I would rather be drowned in this dreamy sea!
The already weak and sore muscles were tightened by Flickrbis's clenched teeth. The center of gravity of the body was shifted to the right bit by bit, and the left foot moved forward vigorously. The posture was changed to a half-kneeling posture with the right knee on the ground.

crack!
The long knife was flipped down, and the right hand held the handle tightly and inserted it straight into the desert.

After confirming that it was firmly inserted, Flickrbis held his left knee with his left hand and pressed the handle of the knife with his right hand while exerting force.

His face was ferocious, and his whole body trembled.

Ahhhh, stand up for me!
"Hoohoo. I am the great pirate, Flickrbis!"

Flickrbis, who was overstretched, was a little dark in front of his eyes, and couldn't see the scene on the other side, but he was still laughing because he stood up!
Perhaps because of the hot weather on the desert island, Flickrbis felt his eyes blurred, as if there was a cool breath, and he seemed to see the blue dress again, the casual dress that still touched his heart. The corner of the skirt fluttering in the wind, and the gentle girl with long brown hair.
And the sentence—that's good, I believe you.

won't die!
I will not die!
"I promised her that she would—"

Flickrbis raised his head abruptly, and a warm current poured into his already weakened muscles from an unknown place, so he mustered up his strength again, and swung the demon sword, which was listed as the top [-] best knives, with a faint light Gui Mi rushed towards Mo Sa with big strides.

I want to go to sea!
Don't you always go to sea?
Not this sea, not this "sea" that only spans a few islands - it's the real sea!
real sea?
Yes, it is the core of that world, the legendary place - the Great Channel!
That would be dangerous.

Believe me! I'll be famous enough to spread the world!
Can.
I swear by the mystery of this one of the fifty good knives! I will definitely live and let the world know my name - Flickrbis!
This is a manly promise!
Ok, I trust you.Come back safely.

Um!
"Let Lao Tzu's name resound across the sea—"

Mosa did not choose to raise his head, but still lowered his head slightly to let go, his eyes were uncertain, and countless yellow sands rushed towards Flickrbis with a slight movement of his fingers.

"No one knows—"

Flickrbis slashed a sand blade in front of him, but dozens of sharp sand blades surrounded him.

Is this the entrance to the Great Channel, Upside Down Mountain?It's amazing.

This is the Great Channel? It's awesome!
It hurt so bad it almost died, how many times has this happened in a while?
give up.

Too dangerous.

I'm going back to the West Sea now, and I'm still that famous sea warrior Flickrbis.

I want to go back
no!
I haven't let my name--

"Nobody knows—"

Flickrbis didn't notice it, but at this moment, there was an undetectable black airflow around the demon knife, and the corners of Mosa's eyebrows seemed to move.

"So, Lao Tzu, it won't—"

The dazzling blade slashed across, and blood spattered.

"No, it won't—"

When Makarich saw Flickrbis clearly again, although his right hand holding the demon knife Guimi was still strong, dozens of wounds of different lengths had appeared on his body, which looked terrifying.

"puff!"

Flickrbis didn't care about the wound on his body, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he spoke more clearly.

"I won't die here—"

Mosa is still going short, which makes Flickrbis feel endless anger.However, the sand blades surrounding him again made him not in the mood to pay attention to Mosa's contempt and contempt for him.

"Die in this bloody place!!!"

The last Sandblade was shattered, and there was nothing around Flickrbis, but Mosa didn't know why, and didn't choose to condense again immediately.

"I will not die!"

Flickrbis tore off the tattered shirt that had been stained red with blood, revealing the dense wounds on his body that were still bleeding.

Captain, Alabasta is ahead!
Hahahaha, let's take a good rest in Alabasta.

what is that?
Captain, is the notorious Wax Pirates!!
Captain, be careful!
go to hell!
Huhu.

Hey, don't lie to me!
Is anyone still alive!!!
Am I alone again?

Even if there is only one person,

I will go to the end too!
"Come on! Moza of Sand!!!"

Flickrbis fixed his eyes on Mosa's face.

Don't care about the overwhelming "desert treasure" that is slowly condensing around you, don't be alert to the fatal blow that may come at any time, and don't observe the almost impossible escape route.

Just looking at Mosa's dark and calm face with his back to the sun, looking at the expression on Mosa's face that may change in the next moment, looking at Mosa's eyes that have been empty and never looked at him!
You can underestimate my strength, my origin, my existence, and everything I have, but you can't underestimate the fight I'm doing my best at this moment!
"Flickerbis, huh?"

Perhaps it was because Flickrbis's scorching hot eyes made Mosa very uncomfortable, or maybe Mosa no longer wanted to evade something, and Mosa raised his head for the first time after the battle started.

Complex eyes.

"Sorry for killing your dreams, Hai-thief."

Mosa opened his right hand, aimed at the scarred and embarrassed man in front of him, and pushed forward slightly.

The next moment, the overwhelming "desert treasure" flooded Flickrbis.

"I am—the great pirate, Flickrbis ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

boom!
"Sure enough, drowned. I'm sorry, Catherine, I failed." - Flickrbis.

(End of this chapter)