One Piece: Turning Fruit

Chapter 147 Those Years When We Were Hanging on the Mast

Allen didn't have much to think about surviving under the scythe again.

Several times of narrow escapes made Allen sometimes have to wonder if it was God's will.

Playing with him time and time again, taking away his favorite things.

But every time when he was about to die, he was pulled back to reality.

This absurd but real reality is really.
Allen licked his dry lips, looked at the crowd below but didn't speak rashly, and yelled to attract their attention.

What's the use of screaming, besides letting these crew members know that they are awake, can they let Alan go?

I tried to move my arm, hoping that the guy who tied himself to the mast at that time was not too serious.

It can directly make Allen break free from the shackles of the hemp rope on his wrist.

But it's a pity that even if the hemp rope tied to Alan's hands is not very strong, the luteal bone has been pierced, and it is nailed to the mast with a knife, so Alan can't use his strength.

The consequences of this tentative struggle, apart from bringing more pain to himself, did not play the slightest role.

Allen stopped struggling, and looked up into the distance.

But unfortunately, apart from the vast sea, nothing appeared in Allen's eyes.

There are only one or two sporadic seagulls circling continuously.

Allen lowered his head slowly, and began to think about how to get out.

He is now in a cross shape by the Rocky Pirates, his hands are tied with hemp rope, and his shoulder blades are pierced and fixed on the mast with a knife.

These are two fixed points.

It is obviously not an easy thing to break free.

Under this kind of sun, Alan couldn't hold on for long, and soon Alan's body would be dehydrated. These guys from the Rocky Pirates wanted to dry Alan alive.

but
It doesn't mean that there is no way to escape completely.

Although the hands were tied and the shoulder blades were pierced, Allen's feet were not tied.

It just hangs in the air like that.

But it's not that the Rocky Pirates deliberately left a loophole for Allen.

Compared with directly tying Alan's feet, this method can reduce Alan's chance of escaping.

The upper body was weak, and there was no support point for the lower body. The weight of the whole body was supported on the hands and shoulder blades, which greatly increased Alan's pain.

If the feet are tied, although it seems reliable, it actually gives Allen's feet a fixed point.

It doesn't hurt that much anymore.

This fixed method mainly relies on pain to make the bound person stop.

But this gave Allen a chance.

pain or something
It is not so difficult for Allen now.

But now is not the time to rush out.

Looking at the crowd below, Allen kept salivating, hoping to relieve his hunger and thirst.

Silently closed his eyes, while replenishing his strength to fight against the scorching sun, he waited for the arrival of night.

There are too many people on board now.
However, Allen didn't just calm down like this. The crew would notice big movements, but some small movements were not so easy to be noticed.

Letting his feet dangle in the air, Alan lowered his head and closed his eyes as if he was still in a coma, but his waist was constantly swinging from side to side.

Looking from a distance, it seems to be blown by the sea breeze.

It's hard to notice that this is Allen's own active consciousness.

As Allen's waist swayed, the sharp long knife that originally penetrated the shoulder blades also followed Allen's movements, slightly cutting Allen's muscles.

At this time, none of the crew below noticed that Allen had come to his senses, and he was even making small moves secretly.

In the blink of an eye, night came
Hearing the sound gradually subsiding under his feet, Allen slowly opened his eyes, lowered his head and looked around the surrounding environment, except for a few crew members standing guard.

There was a rare silence on the whole ship.

Allen knew that his chance had come
The feet were gently coiled around the mast, and they moved up twice to slightly relieve the pain from the shoulders.

Allen took a deep breath.

Gritting his teeth tightly to prevent himself from making a sound, Allen began to move more dramatically.

The upper body is weak, Allen relies on his feet as a support point, and the weight of the whole body is completely delivered to the legs.

Although it seems to be very tired, the greater pain is indeed in the shoulders.

With Allen's movements, his entire body moved up a few centimeters.

And this gave the long knife that penetrated Allen's body a space to move.

Move your feet up and down, as if doing a squat.

The sharp blade also kept cutting his red and white meat with Allen's movements.

Even if you listen carefully, you can still hear the sound of the back of the knife hitting the bone slightly.

This pain is far beyond human endurance.

But Allen persisted, clenching his teeth without making a sound.

And he kept paying attention to observing the crew members on the ship.

If the line of sight shifted to the mast, Allen stopped immediately, and the slight collision between the blade and the back of the blade caused another huge pain.

Until the sunrise in the east, looking at the slowly rising sun, Allen let go of his already numb legs, giving him a daytime rest.

In the morning, as the sun fully revealed his majesty, the crew of the Rocky Pirates also woke up from their sleep and started a new busy day.

Most boats have a habit of sweeping the deck after getting up.

Looking at the little blood stains under the mast in front of him, and a few sticky objects of unknown nature, the crew member who was scrubbing the deck raised his head suspiciously, and looked at Allen above.

"What's the matter, hurry up and work, don't be lazy all the time, okay?" Seeing the figure of the crew member stop, the person next to him complained.

"Who is always lazy, you bastard, be careful, I will go to the captain and sue you for framing me!", casually erasing the blood stains and the few unknown objects under the mast, the crew turned around and roared pretendingly .

"Okay, okay, I know you're amazing, hurry up and work, it's really bad luck for me to be assigned to a group with you."

Listening to the conversation of the crew below, Allen felt a little nervous, and gradually calmed down.

After moving the blood hole in the shoulder that had begun to show results, Allen closed his eyes again.

Still maintaining that half-dead look, once again waiting for the night to come.

(End of this chapter)