Pirate: I'm not the King of the Sea, so don't mess with me.

A certain area of ​​the North Sea.

The big red-painted dragon-headed ship was parked on the calm sea.

The gentle sea breeze blew across the blue sea, and flocks of white seagulls screamed and flew over at low altitude.

Shanks, who had red hair and wore a black cloak, was standing at the bow.

The sea breeze gently ruffled his hair, revealing his smooth forehead and handsome face with scars.

The man was facing the sea, his eyes far away, his usual hearty smile hanging on his lips, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Behind him, everyone on the boat was busy performing their duties.

In fact, they had just abandoned the general's fleet the day before yesterday. When they sailed to this sea area, they found that the hull loss was greater than expected, so they stopped to repair the ship.

This practice lasts two days.

"Boss, the boat is repaired and can we set off at any time?"

Gabu straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then reported to the boss at the bow of the ship with a grin.

Jesus Bu, who was cleaning the gun, glanced at Ga Bu when he heard this: "Is the repair finally finished?"

Hongo, who had just walked out of the infirmary, raised his eyebrows: "I heard from the vice-captain that the supplies on the ship were not enough, and I happen to be short of a lot of medicines here."

Lime Jones put his hands behind his head and leaned against the side of the ship. Hearing this, he sighed: "Fighting with the general is really tiring, but Uta has been talking about Yaya recently. If he is the boss..."

Hongo looked at Shanks: "Boss, what do you mean?"

Everyone on the boat slowly stopped what they were doing and looked at Shanks.

Snake snorted: "If you ask me, of course I'll be looking for Zenia while supplying supplies."

Hongo shrugged: "I don't have any objection. Anyway, you guys are thick-skinned and thick-skinned. Even if you are beaten half to death, you can still be alive the next day."

Jesus looked at Hongo speechlessly: "Hey Hongo, don't talk about us like some kind of monster."

While gnawing on the big bone and meat, Lucky Lu said with a smile: "Our opinions don't matter at all!" He raised his voice and asked: "Hey boss, where should we go next?"

Shanks had already heard what his brothers said.

He turned around.

The wind blowing from behind caused the red hair to float from her cheeks to the front of her eyes.

The handsome face hidden under the fluffy hair is actually a little less resolute and a little more soft.

"How could a pirate let go of the treasure he got?"

Everyone held their breath.

Shanks' smile is confident but not ostentatious, which is the unique charm of a mature man: "Yaya is my wife."

Before the brothers could say "Boss is a real man". Shanks changed the topic and said with a smile: "But before that, we really need supplies."

At this time, Beckman, who came out of the vice-captain's room with a cigarette in his mouth, agreed: "Judging from the current material situation, if we don't supply supplies, you will have to go to sea to catch fish in the next half month."

Binzhi was the first to raise his hand when he heard this: "I don't want to drink fish soup for half a month."

The monkey warrior on his shoulder nodded vigorously in agreement.

Recall the horrifying experience of the captain, the party maniac, who once had a banquet that consumed all the supplies on the ship, and they had to eat half a month of fish...

Jesus curled his lips: "I don't want to either."

Hongo put one hand in his pocket and asked Beckman: "Where is the direction? Have you already discussed it?"

Snake frowned: "I remember that the North Sea island closest to here seems to be at three o'clock."

The crew members were all talking about it, and gradually the topic changed from whether to find people or supplies first to what items to supply.

At this time, Shanks suddenly asked Beckman: "Beckman, in which direction does Yaya's life card point?"

Beckman glanced at his boss lightly: "It's been moving, we can't be sure yet."

Shanks was stunned: "Is that so? Is there any news about the results of the operation?"

Beckman shook his head: "After many battles between various forces, the fruit has long been lost in the sea."

Thinking of Yaya's situation, Shanks' expression gradually became serious: "Beck, please continue to pay attention to the fruit."

Beckman put out the cigarette butt in his mouth and raised his lips when he heard the words: "Are you talking to me, boss?"

Shanks smiled and took a few steps forward to put his arms around Beckman's shoulders. The two brothers patted Beckman's shoulders nicely: "Jihehehe~ After all, I can rest assured if I leave it to you."

Beckman pushed him away ungratefully and scolded him with a smile: "That's not necessary. If a bastard like you doesn't cause any trouble in the future, that's the greatest thank you you can give me."

Shanks:......

Shanks, who was disliked by the vice-captain, was stunned for two seconds. Then, as if he hadn't heard anything, he let go of Beckman and turned to his friends with a smile: "Boys, let's set sail and let's go~!"

The crew responded positively, and soon the Red, which had been anchored for two days, set sail again.

Beckman, who was deliberately ignored by the boss, chuckled.

*

Night, night falls.

In another area of ​​the North Sea, a huge white whale and a red-sailed ship docked side by side.

Taking a closer look, the two ships have been parked here for two or three days.

At this moment, many pirates smelling of alcohol were lying on the Moby Dick belonging to Whitebeard.

The moonlight was like silver, coldly and brightly illuminating the place that Whitebeard called home.

The kerosene lamp hung high, the bean-like orange light swayed with the gentle sea breeze.

Together with the whiteness of the moonlight, it gently caresses every sailor sleeping under the moon.

Inside the central circular area of ​​the giant beluga whale.

Whitebeard, who was sitting firmly in the chair, glanced at his sons and his friend's crew members who were sleeping on the floor, and said with a smile: "These brats are indeed still too young."

Roger, who was holding a red sea bowl in his hand, heard this and took a swig of wine.

The bottom of the bowl landed on the deck with a loud thud, making a dull sound.

Roger, who was looking slightly drunk, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that only eight years have passed, and you have already adopted so many sons, Newgate!"

Whitebeard lowered his eyes and looked at Roger. The look in his eyes softened a little, and he smiled and said, "I have no interest in treasures."

He raised his eyes and looked at the dark sea under the moonlight: "On the contrary, these young people are the real treasure to me."

Roger already knew what Whitebeard was thinking, but he still joked: "That's why a guy like the Golden Lion would say your idea is boring."

He raised his head with a smile on his lips and looked at the full moon in the sky: "But who said having a family at sea isn't a dream? I think it's great, Newgate hahahaha~!"

Whitebeard was stunned for a moment, then laughed and scolded: "Can a bastard like you really understand such a great idea? Stop bragging Roger."

Roger quit: "Hey, hey, Newgate, are you looking down on me?"

The two kings of the sea looked at each other, their eyes intertwined in mid-air, crackling like two colliding currents.

Seeing the two of them trying to find excuses to have a drink again, Rayleigh on the side shook his head helplessly and raised his hand to hold Roger's shoulders.

"Okay, you two are a lot older and still act like kids."

Whitebeard looked at Rayleigh and raised his eyebrows: "Speaking of which, Rayleigh. Eight years have passed and you still seem to be the same."

Rayleigh looked up at Whitebeard and said with a smile, "Maybe it's because I'm waiting for someone!"

Turning the wine glass with his fingers, Rayleigh lowered his eyes and smiled gently: "After all, we have agreed to grow old together, how can I break my promise first?"

That greasy tenderness almost slapped the white beard in the face.

Whitebeard's face was visibly distorted into an expression of disgust.

Roger on the side was amused by Whitebeard, and he slapped Rayleigh on the shoulder, making the helpless Rayleigh lean forward, and said to Whitebeard: "This guy has been like this for the past few years!"

Then he said to Reilly: "Hey, old man, please stop irritating Newgate. He is still single."

White beard:……

Whitebeard's brows twitched and he resisted the urge to slap someone: "I'm better than you two perverts. They just like to attack young girls."

Roger & Reilly:…

The two brothers looked at Newgate together.

Reilly half-smiled: "Who doesn't like pretty girls? Don't think I didn't see those little nurse girls in leopard print on your ship."

Newgate: "Hey~ I'm warning you, don't think too much about my daughters. Also, what's wrong with liking leopard print?"

Reilly: "I'm really sorry, I'm already married."

Newgate raised his eyebrows: "I heard that the red-haired boy openly proposed to my senior's wife. Tsk, tsk, you are such a good disciple~"

Reilly: ...

Roger cheered from the sidelines.

"How dare you have a drink with him? I remember that this old guy also coveted my sister, and gave it to that, oh, yes, phoenix brat, to be his daughter-in-law or something."

Roger watched the excitement and patted Reilly on the shoulder without thinking it was a big deal: "Hey, hey, hey~ How can this be done? This old guy is taking advantage of us, old man."

Rayleigh couldn't bear it anymore, so he grabbed a big piece of bone and stuffed it into Roger's mouth, and laughed and cursed: "Shut up!"

Then he looked at Whitebeard, raised his eyebrows, and said with fighting intent: "How about it? Do you want to compete?"

Whitebeard showed a provocative smile: "What? Is this your Raleigh's ambition?"

Reilly raised his glass: "I'm afraid no man would tolerate such provocation, Newgate."

White-bearded Ku laughed: "Okay, I will compete with you today!"

So amidst Roger's excited persuasion to drink, the three old guys, whom they hadn't seen for a long time, entered into a new round of drinking.