Traveler in the Pirate World

On the calm sea, with the sun shining brightly, a large red sailboat is sailing against the waves. The black and red skull flag is swaying in the wind, making bursts of sounds.

Banquets are the eternal theme on the Red Verse. As a playboy among the Four Emperors, this ship can be regarded as a lone wolf, seemingly walking aimlessly on the sea.

A shadow was cast in the sky. Ben Beckman raised his hand slightly, and a news bird fell from the sky and landed on the guardrail in front of him. He lowered his head and took out a newspaper from the small bag in front of him.

Ben Beckman habitually took out 100 Baileys, but saw the other party shook his head and frowned. He tried to add 50, but the other party still shook his head. He added another 50, and the Newsbird nodded and handed over the newspaper.

"The price has increased? This guy Morgans!" Beckman shook his head speechlessly. Before he unfolded the newspaper, he saw the portrait of Ace and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Not long after, he came to Shanks, who was being forced to drink by the crew, and handed him the newspaper. "It seems that this time, the World Government wants to purge some old guys."

When Shanks heard this, the drunkenness on his face disappeared in an instant. He read the newspaper carefully, and his eyes became more profound.

After a long while, he stood up and looked at the crew members who were still talking and laughing and playing with each other, and his hand unconsciously placed on the hilt of his knife, "Brothers, it's time to work. This time it's a big battle."

"Oh, it's finally time to move around, who's our opponent?" Dege put the bottle in his hand to his side, his voice was heroic and full of fighting spirit.

"Navy Headquarters!" Shanks said a few words seriously.

"That was really a tough battle!" Lime Jones raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes suddenly became serious under his burgundy sunglasses.

Shanks looked at everyone and suddenly smiled, no one cared why they had to fight, but since the captain wanted to do it, they were ready.

"But before that, let's go somewhere and meet someone."

"Water Star Island?" Beckman on the side easily saw through Shanks' thoughts.

Shanks nodded. That was the final island that everyone believed to be before Roger. Raftel had always existed in legend, and Roger found this legend.

……

On the rainy island, in the huge beast cave, fire was burning, and drops of hot oil dripped from the grill above, making a sizzling sound.

Buena Festa, with a big afro, ran out from the rain, holding a newspaper with one corner wet in his hand, looking excited.

"Barrett, Morgans has made big news again this time. The Navy is planning to take action against Whitebeard and Rayleigh!"

A tall and burly figure walked out from the shadows illuminated by the fire. The half-naked man casually threw aside the bones of the Titanoboa that he had eaten up. He took the newspaper, the oil stains wet the paper, and his face gradually became gloomy.

"Big news? This is not good news for me!" Douglas Barrett punched the stone wall beside him heavily. The perfectly controlled fist force penetrated the entire mountain like a shock wave. The strong wind wrapped in gravel and dust took away a cloud of mist and rain. The earth was shaking at this moment.

"Weak, too weak. My strength has been consumed too much in that damn place. I am not even qualified to participate in this war. This means that I will lose my only chance to directly win the title of the strongest. It's too bad."

"That's Whitebeard. Even if that's the headquarters of the Navy, he won't necessarily die. You still have a chance, right?" Buena Festa couldn't help but comfort him.

"No, he will die. He will definitely die, unless God forbids him to die." Barrett's expression remained cold. "When the World Government really wants to kill someone, it doesn't matter who he is."

Not many people understand this better than the Roger Pirates in the past. The Navy is not the whole of the World Government, nor is the Army, and even less so the CP Sequence. There are even more troublesome guys above them.

"That brat Shanks will definitely go there. I wonder if he will meet the person he least wants to see!" Barrett saw Festal's doubts, but he didn't think of explaining. After leaving a meaningful sentence, he turned and walked into the darkness. Then he remembered a chewing sound like a beast, "Weak, I am too weak now!"

……

Avisus Group Headquarters, Visalia, Little Sky Island

Sabo looked at the dark clouds gradually gathering outside. Lightning flashed in the thick clouds. The wind bent the grass and astronomical balloons. Another storm was coming.

A figure walked out from the darkness in the corner behind him. The tall figure was hidden by a green cloak. He lowered his head and glanced at the newspaper that was tightly held in the boy's hand.

"Mr. Long, you're here!" Sabo easily sensed Long's appearance with his Observation Haki. Although he couldn't sense the other party's specific appearance, relying on his familiarity with Long, Sabo instantly knew who was coming. "Are you here to stop me?"

"Yes!" Long looked at Sabo quietly, who had his back to him, and turned to sit on the sofa beside him. He did not pour the black tea on the table, but took out a bottle of strong liquor from behind and poured two cups in front of him, "Come on, have a drink!"

Sabo did not refuse. He turned around and sat down in front of Long, drinking the dim wine in one gulp. The hot breath flowed through his throat, and the boy's face flushed slightly. When he was depressed, the wine was always so intoxicating. "That's my brother. I have to go!"

Listening to the boy's words, Long shook his head, "Do you know why I made a special trip to invite you to join the revolutionary army?"

Sabo was silent and said nothing.

"You were born into a noble family. If everything had been arranged by your parents, the one who would inherit the throne now would not be your brother Stelly, but you!

But you gave up all that. As a noble, you can chat with ordinary people, understand the suffering of the lower classes, understand the helplessness of life, and question and resist fate. The noble education has not distorted you. You are a natural revolutionary, Sabo! " Long's eyes met Sabo's.

"Sabo, you are now the head of the Revolutionary Army's General Staff and the leader of the Avisus Group. Think about those comrades who have worked hard and sacrificed for our common future. You have no right to be willful, and neither do I!"

Long's voice was like a heavy hammer hitting Sabo's chest. His heartbeat became a little irregular. He lowered his head, still silent, but his clenched fists would not loosen no matter what.

"Existence is reasonable, but it does not mean it is right. We do not pursue absolute equality, but we desire fairness." Long walked to the window and watched the heavy rain pouring down. A group of meteorological scientists gathered on the top of the mountain, holding the Knot of Wind in their hands.

"People should have the right to choose their own lives, instead of the children of nobles being nobles and the children of commoners being commoners forever. Poverty-stricken places can only be the breeding ground for sin. If no one changes this world, the future may always be like this. This is unfair, Sabo!

For this world, for more people, and for the future! We must give up something, even if it is extremely precious to us!

When those little kids went out to sea, I went to see them off. I stood at the foot of the Upside-down Mountain and watched them ride the wind and waves and soar into the sky. That was my last act of willfulness.

We can't help them in any way, we can only believe that they can handle everything.

Sabo, we carry what we choose to carry, and they are pursuing the life they desire. Please believe in them. Luffy is still here, and Lily is still here too, isn't she?

Even if they really lose, it is a life they will not regret, and it is the price of their choice!"

Long's tone was relaxed, but it gave people a feeling of forced calmness. No one can really ignore the passing of something they care about. He just has more important things to protect and fight for.

Sabo didn't say a word until Long left. He looked at the wine on the table and drank it all in one gulp until he was drunk and unconscious.

That night, Kerla dragged the crying Sabo back to the room, watched him talking in his sleep on the bed, listened to him say sorry over and over again, and stayed with him all night.

"I'm sorry, Ace!"

According to the current layout of the Revolutionary Army, Sabo knew that he could not go to this battle!