A Pirate's Counting Life

"Hey~ Qingjiao, I heard that you were defeated by a navy."

A pirate winked and whistled at Qingjiao. Veins popped up on Qingjiao's forehead. Just as he was about to open his mouth to explain, he heard Ge Li's meaningful voice.

"There are certainly people in this Western Sea who can defeat you."

Gree smiled and looked at Qingjiao, waiting for his answer. After a second of silence, Qingjiao slowly spoke.

"It's a marine named Garp. Don't worry, Dongliang, I will make him look good next time we meet."

Ge Li laughed, looking at the deflated green pepper, he was still very happy

Although Qingjiao was very talented in the past, he was arrogant and irritable. Now his arrogance is not as strong as before.

Gree was very grateful to the navy man named Garp. He hoped that he could play the role of a whetstone and sharpen the sword of Qingjiao.

"What happened to the bloody swordsman Moara in Dongliang?"

Qingjiao was a little curious about the outcome of the battle between Gree and the opponent. Gree smiled softly, drank the rum in his hand and wiped his beard boldly.

"I let that guy run away, but I removed one of his arms. I guess he won't be able to drift on the sea in the future."

Looking at the domineering 11th-generation pillar Ge Li in front of him, Qingjiao's eyes were full of reverence, and she vowed in her heart that she would be such a domineering man in the future and bring the Babao Navy to its peak.

Strictly speaking, he was not defeated today. It was a draw at most. If he hadn't brought too few people, the Navy's combat effectiveness was not weak. He felt that he was [-]% sure of winning the opponent.

The premise is that the other party doesn't use that annoying moon step. Just when Qingjiao was lost in memories, a strong man sitting next to him suddenly asked

"Dongliang, why did Moara come to our Xihai?"

Gree took a sip of wine and said nonchalantly.

"I don't know, no matter what he is here for, the kids are having a party!"

"Oh!!! Long live the pillars"

There was a burst of cheers on the deck, barrels of wine were carried to the deck by the pirates, and the chefs began to get busy.

"Yeah, be happy Qingjiao, didn't you just fail once? Just try to get your face back next time."

A big man came to Qingjiao with two glasses of beer, handed one of them to Qingjiao, and drank the rest of the beer happily.

Seeing this, Qingjiao didn't hesitate, picked up the wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, and then opened the wine compartment.

"Next time we meet, I will beat Garp to pieces."

Seeing that Qingjiao was back to normal, the big man took Qingjiao's hand and took him to the center of the banquet to start singing and dancing.

"Captain...are you okay?"

A pirate looked carefully at the one-armed man in front of him, and Moara's closed eyes opened instantly.

"You want to kill me?"

Cold sweat broke out on the pirate's back, but when he saw Moara's missing right arm, he couldn't help but feel a little bolder.

"Moara, stop pretending here. You are nothing without your right hand! If you can tell me the location of your treasures, I might even spare your life."

Looking at the fierce and jealous man, Moara smiled contemptuously, and then slowly stood up.

The height of two meters and three meters made the pirate a little depressed. After swallowing, the pirate pulled out the long knife from his waist.

"Go to hell! You trash"

The minion shouted to cheer himself up, and then slashed at Moara with a knife. Looking at the flawless sword technique of the minion, Moara was not even interested in drawing the knife.

He turned sideways to avoid the opponent's chop, held the scabbard with his left hand and punched the little guy on the jaw.

"Wow~"

The little guy was hit by this punch and flew off the ground. After landing, eight teeth came out of his mouth and he said with a look of horror.

"Ship...Captain! Spare...spare me"

After the little guy finished speaking, he kept banging his head on the wooden board. Moara coldly stepped on the opponent's neck and said with a slight mockery.

"Haha! Pirates are indeed despicable creatures. How sad."

Moara didn't know whether she felt sad for losing her right hand or feeling sad for being betrayed, or maybe both.

Looking down at his empty right arm, Moara stepped out of the captain's cabin and looked at the bodies lying scattered on the deck.

Moara felt a little sad. These were the friends who followed her to the Grand Line. The deck where the banquet was once held has now become their graveyard.

He also lost his right arm because of his arrogance, which is fatal for a swordsman, because it is not only an arm but also represents his dream of being a great swordsman.

At this moment, he was like a homeless man who had lost everything, walking aimlessly on the deck, stepping over familiar figures.

"Idiot captain, you have gone in the wrong direction again. Leave it to me, the navigator! Watch and learn!"

"Captain, do you still have any wine? I remember you collected a few bottles of good wine. Take it out and let me have a taste."

"Captain, you must become the world's greatest swordsman. I'm looking forward to that day."

Scenes from the past reappeared in front of his eyes. Moara sideways avoided a slash, and then blew the opponent's head. A group of crazy-looking pirates surrounded him.

They just want to catch Moara and force them to find out where the other party's treasure is. Even though Moara is missing a right arm, he dodges all the attacks around him with his sense of sight.

After a while, there were more than a dozen corpses on the deck. Three frightened pirates dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground.

"Ship...Captain...please forgive me"

Moara ignored them, but came to the bow of the ship and looked at the sea in the distance and murmured in a low voice.

"Eight Chong Fist..."

Thinking of Ge Li's demon-like figure and the scene where the opponent punched his own arm off, Moara felt a little more fear in his heart. He understood that he was useless.

Not only was he physically disabled, but also mentally. His ambition and will were all destroyed by that punch.

Moara sat on the bow of the boat and didn't speak. The remaining three pirates didn't dare to speak either. They just knelt there and spent the whole night like this.

"I...can't die yet!"

Moara murmured in a low voice, and then took out a sheepskin scroll from her arms

This was the purpose of his trip. He grabbed this scroll from a pirate. It is said that it contains the power to conquer the world.

For this reason, they did not hesitate to cross the windless belt to the Western Sea to prepare to go to O'Hara to interpret these words and obtain this power.

Although all his companions were dead, he still wanted to go to O'Hara. Interpreting the text would be an explanation to his companions.

After making up her mind, Moara slowly stood up and said to the three people kneeling beside them.

"Yang Fan sets sail, let's go to O'Hara"

The three of them didn't dare to say anything. They stood up slowly and started sailing, looking for the map and taking the pointer from the navigator's hand.

"Captain, we found a small island ahead."

Seeing Moara's expressionless expression on the bow of the ship, the gangster continued, "Captain, our ship needs to be repaired or it won't be able to sail to O'Hara. Moreover, we are short of people now. It is difficult to control the sailboat with just the three of us."

"Then lean over"

When Moara heard that he could not reach O'Hara, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, and he said in a cold tone, "When you go to the island to recruit pirates, the three of you will be the cadres."

"Yes! Captain"

The three of them were glad that they did not rush to die last night but knelt down and surrendered. The treatment of this cadre was not comparable to that of the little minions.

As the pirate ship approached, the lookout gradually saw the flag on the island clearly, and shouted in horror, "Captain! It's not good! There is a navy branch stationed on the island ahead."

"Trash! What are you afraid of me! Do you think I have no fighting power if I lose an arm?"

Hearing Moara's cold voice, the three gritted their teeth and decided to sail the boat over. They had not forgotten the tragedy last night. If they didn't obey, they would probably be beheaded in the next second.

The navy on the island quickly discovered the pirate ship. Through the pirate flag on the ship, the lookout found the corresponding reward order.

"The Sharp...The Sharp Sword Pirates!"

Looking at the reward notice with 6000 million beli written on it, the lookout sounded the siren in horror. The residents of the island immediately hid in the basement when they heard the siren, and the navy quickly rushed to the port.

The fort on the island began to pour fire on the pirate ship. Mark was also awakened by the sound. He grabbed the justice coat beside him and walked out the door.

"What happened"

Mark stopped a sailor to ask aloud, and the sailor saluted Mark respectfully, "Report to Lieutenant Colonel, a pirate ship is approaching us, and Colonel Cohen is organizing people to go to the port to defend against the enemy."

After saying this, the sailor performed a military salute again, and then ran towards the port without looking back.

Mark didn't care about washing his face anymore. Just when he was about to shave, he saw Cohen running towards him.

"Lieutenant Colonel Mark is in trouble, the Sword Pirates are here."

Mark was shocked when he heard this and began to retreat. This news was terrible for him.

But when I think about the residents of the island, I can't use the Tsukibu who is usually very skilled.

"Let's go and have a look together!"

Mark suppressed the panic in his heart and walked firmly towards the port. Although he cherished his life, the person who abandoned an island at this time ran away without saying a word.

He couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart. Even if he wanted to leave, he would have to wait until he was unable to recover.