Pirate: What should I do if I wake up in Impel Down?

Tamba Island No. 2, this is the name of the first island occupied by the Calamity Pirates in the Tamba waters.

The original island had no name, but after the Calamity Pirates arrived, it also got this name.

After the frontline troops of the Calamity Pirates occupied the island, they did not rush to attack the Kingdom of Incefertus. Instead, while waiting for the arrival of follow-up troops, they began to build a frontline base in accordance with the requirements of their chief financial officer, Danzo-sama. .

There is a lively scene on the current Tanba No. 2 Island.

Compared with the previous poor and backward town, the town on Island No. 2 has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The original dilapidated pier has been renovated long ago, and it is open enough to accommodate dozens of ships at the same time. Several lookout forts stand quietly not far away.

The potholed dirt roads in the town were turned upside down and re-paved with a layer of cement concrete.

Construction sites under construction can be seen everywhere outside the town. A large number of workers wearing short-sleeved work clothes are working enthusiastically inside. A half-built fortress rises from the ground, like a silent giant, silently watching the situation in the sea.

Some warehouses have been built and put into use early; a few factory buildings have been built and can be put into production immediately after the machinery, equipment and workers are in place. Most of these factories produce guns and ammunition, clothing, shoes, compressed food, Logistics materials such as high-concentration alcohol, emergency medicines and hemostatic agents are responsible for supplying the entire frontline base, alleviating a small amount of logistical pressure.

A construction site somewhere on Island No. 2.

A middle-aged man wearing a yellow safety helmet and only a white vest, covered in sweat, glanced at two familiar people not far away who were pushing a silver car and were talking and laughing towards this place. Walking to the construction site, he immediately stopped what he was doing, wiped the sweat on his forehead with the towel hanging around his neck, and then shouted loudly.

"It's break time!"

Immediately, a construction team that was working hard on the construction site stopped immediately.

Then several workers walked over to the middle-aged man. One of them handed a bottle of water and said with a smile: "Come on, Brother Aleman, drink some water. I see you did as much as three people by yourself this morning. I’m afraid I’m exhausted.”

"No matter how old or young you are, what would you call Brother Aleman? Now you have to call Foreman Aleman!"

"That's right, who can I look down on with this small amount? Foreman Aleman can do it, let alone three people. Even a hundred people can do it."

"..."

Several other workers made jokes one after another.

The man they called Aleman took a long breath, took the water and immediately drank a big gulp of it, giving each of these little bastards a kick.

"You dare to kid me, I think you don't want this week's wages."

Aleman laughed and cursed.

Upon hearing that there was a risk of their wages being deducted, several workers stopped making noises and stood aside obediently.

At this time, the silver trolley was finally pushed to the open space of the construction site, and one of the people pushing the trolley shouted loudly:

"Let's eat!"

Many workers who were squatting on the ground to rest immediately jumped up and rushed to the dining car like rabbits out of a cage. They consciously lined up in line without anyone cutting in or pushing in the queue.

Ever since two workers here had their wages deducted by the person in charge of the construction site for cutting the queue, no one dared to cut the queue.

Even though their bellies are already hungry, their minds are constantly sending signals that they want to eat a lot.

After waiting for a long time, Aleman and his friends finally received today's lunch. After taking two boxes of silver iron lunch boxes from the people who distributed the meals and grabbing a bowl of soup, they started looking for them together. We ate in the open space.

After opening the first lunch box, two meat dishes and one vegetable dish were presented to the eyes of Aleman and others.

The vegetarian dish is sliced ​​fried potatoes with diced meat added, and the meat dish is braised sea animal meat and fried fish sprinkled with pepper and salt.

Another meal box contained a large box of white rice, paired with a bowl of vegetable soup.

This is what Aleman and his friends had for lunch today.

Although the food was not delicious because it was cooked in a big pot, Aleman and others still ate it with gusto.

No matter how unpalatable it is, can there be hard-boiled bread and scones that are hard to swallow?

This is much better than what they had before, and there is unlimited rice.

Before the Disaster Pirates came, they had not tasted rice for a long time.

If the rice at the construction site was not allowed to be packed, Aleman and the others would have wanted to pack a portion and take it back to their families to try.

I just don’t know why those workers from outside the Damba area always complain that the lunch at the construction site is unpalatable. Is there any food in the world that is more delicious than construction site meals?

Anyway, after Yareman had eaten three free meals provided at the construction site, he could no longer eat the unpalatable bread and scones at home.

Pig food like bread and scones should be rolled away.

Long live white rice!

Aleman thought happily as he took a big mouthful of rice into his mouth.

He has been on this island since he was born, and he has lived here all his childhood, youth, and now middle age.

In the future, he will also die here.

There is nothing strange about this, his ancestors have been here for generations.

He lives on his ancestral fields and occasionally follows others into the mountains for hunting and fishing to improve his life.

He married a wife who was from another village on the island. She was very ordinary, with rough skin, and she didn't look good when she smiled. He didn't like her either, but they still lived together.

It's not a big deal, his ancestors have been married like this for generations.

They ate dry bread and scones and gave birth to two children. The family was able to support themselves and their life went on simply.

One day, a group of pirates came to the island.

They robbed the town and nearby villages of food, kidnapped good-looking women, plundered all valuables, and finally burned down all the houses.

Fortunately, the pirates did not go on a killing spree and they all survived.

It's just that the house is gone.

There's nothing he can't bear, it's how his ancestors have endured it for generations.

One day, the tax collector of the kingdom came to the island.

He collected the food from the town and nearby villages, picked out the good-looking women, put all the valuable things in his pockets, and finally left here with the respect of the mayor and village chiefs.

Fortunately, the tax collector was better than the pirate. At least he didn't burn down the house.

This time the house survived.

There is nothing incomprehensible about this. He has understood it this way for generations.

One day, a group of soldiers from the kingdom came to the island.

This time they did not snatch away food from the town and nearby villages, did not kidnap good-looking women, and did not put all valuable things in their pockets.

They're just here to kill people.

They hung families who could not pay their taxes on the doors of their houses and left.

This time he had nothing to lose.

I just feel uncomfortable in my heart.

There is nothing to feel uncomfortable about, this is how he has seen it for generations.

The farthest place he has ever been is the sea when he goes fishing. The farthest place he has ever heard of is the kingdom on Dambo Island. The biggest person he has ever seen is the tax collector from the kingdom.

Family, village, town, island, kingdom.

This is his whole world.

There is nothing to doubt about this, his ancestors have been here for generations.

One day, a group of pirates came here.

They call themselves the Disaster Pirates.

They are different from everyone else who has come here before.

They did not steal food from the town and nearby villages, they did not kidnap good-looking women, they did not put all valuable things in their pockets, and they did not kill anyone.

They simply declared that the island was occupied by them.

That's it.

No one chose to resist.

Because, they said they were going to conquer that kingdom.

Everyone chose to support them.

There is nothing surprising about this, he has wanted to do this for generations.

Then, they began to build docks, roads, factories, warehouses, and fortresses...

They fixed a lot of mess.

It's as if they came here just to fix these things.

Later, they began recruiting workers on the island.

Each worker receives a salary of [-] beli per day, including three meals a day, plus overtime pay.

Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, there was no doubt that he was moved.

So he became a glorious labor worker.

This is very strange, as his ancestors have never imagined this path for generations.

After thinking about it, the meal was already finished.

After finishing a box of rice, Aleman felt only half full. Just as he was about to get up to add some more rice, someone handed him a box of steaming white rice.

"Come on, foreman, I've already prepared it for you. Eat it quickly."

Aleman did not reach out to take the box of rice. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at the workers who had gathered around him at some point, and sneered:

"Tell me, what's the matter with you?"

A worker took the opportunity to come over and asked with a smile:

"Well, foreman, it's time to get paid for this week, right?"

Aleman's face turned dark immediately. He looked at the workers around him and said with gritted teeth:

"Damn it, can you guys please stop making such a big fight and scare me? I thought you didn't like me as the foreman and were planning to remove me and replace me with a new foreman..."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued: "The person in charge of the construction site has paid me this week's wages. I will hand it out after I get off work today."

As soon as I heard that I would get my wages today, the construction site suddenly burst into cheers.

"Long live Foreman! Long live the Disaster Pirates!"

"Long live the great Lord Hit! Thank you for bringing us a wonderful life!"

"Go to the damn kingdom, wait until Lord Hit's army arrives, and let those noble gentlemen experience what it means to be fearful and fearful!"

"I saw a hairband in the market before, but it actually cost 1000 beli. I was reluctant to buy it. Today I can finally buy it and give it to my wife."

"I'm going to the barbecue stall to drink some wine and order some skewers. Every time I passed by there, the smell would kill me. I can have a good time after get off work tonight. Is anyone with me?"

"..."

Aleman watched as his co-workers praised the great Lord Hit and discussed with great interest how they should spend their wages after receiving them.

This is worth thinking about. He has never seen such a scene for generations.

Thinking like this, he also began to consider whether to go to the market to buy a few cups of honey grapefruit juice when he got off work. His two daughters and wife seemed to like drinking this sweet drink.

Forget it, I just got paid today, so I’ll buy a few more cups then.

……

The so-called market is a place specially set up for trading on Tanba No. 2 Island by the personnel of the "Root" group who came with the Disaster Pirates' fleet.

Most of the pavilions are run by the "Root" group, while a small number are run by workers from outside the Tamba Sea area and individual pirates from the Calamity Pirates.

The market sells a large number of products that cannot be seen in the Tamba Sea. The main audience is naturally the newly paid workers and wealthy pirates on the island.

It can be said that the wages just distributed by the "Root" Group passed through the shops in the market and then returned to the hands of the "Root" Group.

Rounding it off is equivalent to no effort at all.

hiss--

What a terrifying capitalist!

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