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

Haiyuan calendar year 1507.

This is an island located in the first half of the Grand Line.

——Havenst, the former harvest island.

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[Ah, why did you climb so high again? Very dangerous. 】

[But if you don’t climb so high, you won’t be able to pick the oranges at the top...]

[Come down quickly, you will fall. 】

[Wait a moment, just a moment. 】

The girl with short orange hair climbed up the orange tree, stepping on the branches and reaching out to touch the ripe oranges on the top of the tree.

Below, the blue-haired girl raised her little face and was looking at all this with worry.

...It's this dream again.

The orange-haired child in the dream, the orange groves, the blue-haired girl and...

【It's very dangerous~ Why did you climb the tree again? 】

A red-haired woman holding a cigarette came over with a helpless expression. She held her waist with both hands. Her simple denim shorts and green plaid shirt highlighted her tall and concave figure.

She walked to the orange tree and easily picked up the orange-haired girl from the tree.

The girl who was held under the tree by her armpits blinked her big eyes, then looked back and smiled happily: [Bellemere, you are back~]

...The woman named Bellmere.

His eyes lingered on the orange-haired girl, and he couldn't bear to take it back even when she and another blue-haired girl were chasing the tall woman and getting further away...

I really want to hug her...

The early morning light shone into the room through the simple glass window, and the bright light hit the fair, delicate and beautiful face.

A drop of crystal tears precipitated from the corner of the eye, slowly sliding down and falling onto the washed white pillow, spreading out a small wet stain.

dong dong dong~

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Disrupted dreams and disrupted all moods.

The person on the bed opened his eyes slowly and confusedly, turned his head blankly, and looked at the door that was knocked.

here it is……

where?

As if there was no response for a long time, the person who knocked on the door opened the door directly.

The wooden door creaked open.

A short and thin girl stood outside the door.

The two looked at each other.

The girl who looked to be only six or seven years old frowned and stepped forward like a little adult: "Sister Yaya, why are you crying?"

The woman on the bed looked at the girl blankly.

Meeting her eyes, the girl put her hands on her waist and took a deep breath, and finally sighed helplessly: "I forgot again, right?"

The girl pointed back at herself and said tirelessly: "Let me introduce myself again. I am Jenny, the benefactor who picked you up from the coast a week ago."

Jane...nee?

A few images flashed through my mind, very few.

But the incoherent information still explained the fact that she should know this girl.

Seeing her like this, Jenny said she was used to it, so she pulled her up from the bed with ease, and said while pulling her: "If you think about it slowly, you will eventually remember it."

The girl paused, showing her half-moon eyes, and continued: "Did you dream again?"

Then without waiting for the confused woman to answer, he turned around and walked to the table in the room, rummaged around, and finally raised a piece of paper in front of the woman.

"Here~ here are your records in the past few days. Take a look at them. It will help you recall."

The woman named Yaya lifted the piece of paper blankly.

A lot of content is written in Juanxiu's font.

[March 3: I can’t seem to remember things. Whether it’s things that happened or people I met, I always forget. Well, write it down! So as not to forget Jenny and the others again. 】

[March 3: I had the same dream again today. Jenny explained to me the whole process of bringing it back to me again. Then I decided to draw the people in the dream and write down their names...]

[March 3: Phew~Thank God, I still remember the girl in my dream. Although I don’t know why, I really want to see her. Jenny said this is the Grand Line, and I want to try to go to sea...]

[March 3th: Jenny introduced me to the people around me again. Although she vaguely remembered it, she said that saying it every day would help her deepen her memory. I'm sorry...I don't know why I can't remember it (frustrated). 】

[March 3th: I dreamed about it again. I want to go to sea, but Jenny said it will take some time to find a suitable ship...]

Then the content is gone.

The woman sat blankly on the edge of the bed, with undried tears in the corners of her eyes.

As she read line by line, she recalled many things that had happened and people she had met.

Well, it was limited to the seven days that Jenny brought her back.

Diary...let's call it a diary!

Jenny said that she started writing on March 3, the third day after she was rescued ashore.

It was then that everyone discovered that she had serious memory problems.

...Well, writing it down does help to recall memories that have been inexplicably forgotten.

But what about the memory from seven days ago?

She seemed to have thought about this problem countless times.

But I can't remember it anyway.

Subconsciously, he reached out and touched the small scar on his right forehead.

...Doctors on the island said the scar may have caused brain damage.

While I was thinking, a small brown book with frayed corners suddenly appeared in my sight, as well as a pen that matched the book very well.

She paused and raised her head subconsciously.

The thin and shriveled girl had bright eyes and an excited expression waiting for praise: "Here~ I gave it to you. I dug it out from where the shop used to be."

She thrust the notebook into her hand and said with an innocent smile: "If you can't remember things, use this to remember things in the future! And the size is just right, making it easy to carry."

Holding the small book in her hand, Yaya felt her heart warm. She subconsciously asked: "...What kind of return gift do you like?"

She always felt that she was very rich and that she was carrying a lot of valuable things, almost instinctively. She glanced at the dark blue bracelet on her left wrist.

Her intuition told her that all her belongings were in the bracelet.

No reason, I just think so.

The girl was stunned for a moment by the question, then waved her hand and said with a smile: "No need~"

Then he asked helplessly: "Have you forgotten that you also helped us a lot?"

Helped them...a lot?

Yaya's eyes were confused.

Jenny:…

Forget it, explain it again!

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At this moment, standing on the edge of the wheat field, looking at the endless golden wheat growing densely, Yaya looked at her palm hesitantly.

"I helped you...repair these...?"

When did I...have such ability?

The clear crimson glazed eyes blinked and blinked, full of confusion.

Jenny, who was on the side, didn't take it seriously. She pulled a piece of wheat straw and put it in her mouth, bit it with her teeth, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's really a very magical ability."

The girl held her hands behind her back and jumped up and down with a straw in her mouth. She suddenly stopped and tilted her head to think for a while: "Well~Uncle Gru said that your ability is called Devil Fruit. It is said to be very rare~"

Uncle Gru...

Oh, I remembered it.

On the way here, I met the bald man with a cross scar on his right cheek.

He looks ferocious, but his smile is very honest, and the message from his breath is: he is a good person.

Not just Gru, but the people he saw along the way were all good people with pure auras.

Suddenly the wind blew.

Lifting up the woman's long, fluffy, curly hair that gradually faded from frosty silver to aqua blue.

The child humming a non-lethal tune and jumping around in front suddenly turned her head, smiled and waved her arms and called her name: "Sister Yaya, the fruit over here is ripe~ Come on~"

Then he happily shuttled through the wheat fields and quickly ran towards the orchard halfway up the mountain.

Yaya raised her head and looked in the direction of the orchard. Just as she was about to take steps to follow, gunshots suddenly sounded in her ears.

His footsteps stopped in place.

Then came the frightened screams: "It's pirates, another pirate is coming."

Pirates?

Yaya turned around and looked in the direction of the dilapidated town not far away.

Jenny said.

Harvest was once famous for its wheat, fruit and vegetable crops along the Grand Line.

But not long ago, it was destroyed by a group of pirates and took away all the food.

Now...are there any pirates ashore again?

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Defeated an unknown pirate group.

The residents of the island finally plucked up the courage to raise heavenly gold again and planned to negotiate with the World Government in an attempt to seek protection again.

Yaya said nothing about this development.

Even she didn't know the history of Havenster Island.

At this moment, she was standing on the edge of the boat, carrying the small notebook given by Jenny, and saying goodbye to the crying Jenny.

Well, she's leaving the island.

Although she also knew that there was something wrong with her memory, her desire to find the girl was too strong and she did not want to stay on this island.

What's more...

After being taught a lesson about easily defeating the entire pirate group, Yaya realized that she had the ability to go to sea alone.

Even the feeling in her heart kept telling her that no matter what powerful enemy she encountered, she could easily deal with it.

The inexplicable self-confidence encouraged her, who was worried because of the instability of her memory.

This is how we feel about saying goodbye now.

Jenny cried so much that her nose was muddy with tears and snot for a whole day: "Sister Yaya, do you really want to leave? But you can't remember anything what to do!"

...If you go to sea like this...you will be cheated, right?

So worried!

Yaya bent down helplessly, stretched out her hand to rub the girl's dry hair due to the lack of food and sleep after the town was destroyed, and smiled: "It doesn't matter, isn't there still a small notebook given by Jenny?"

In order to prove that she would be fine, Yaya took out the small notebook in her arms and said while flipping through it: "I will remember your name and everyone else's, what happened here, and...the pirate group that destroyed this island name."

She closed the notebook, with a warm smile on her beautiful and mature face, like a pure angel, more like a charming and exquisite goddess: "In addition to finding the person I am looking for, I will remember to help you get revenge."

"Then...then Sister Yaya remember to come back to see Jenny."

"I will!"

"Pay attention to safety and don't trust others easily."

"...Okay, I remember it!"

"What~ Sister Yaya, you can't remember anything at all, right?"

"……Forehead!"

"Wear a mask~ There are many human traffickers. The Grand Line is dangerous. I'm afraid you will be sold."

"...I, I will buy a mask and wear it."

"Sister Yaya is an idiot..."

"...Why are you calling me an idiot again?"

"You are obviously..."

"……"Fine.

Finally Yaya left.

So much so that what was recorded in the little notebook were all Jenny’s instructions before leaving.

Why should we wear a mask, why should we not trust others easily, why should girls protect themselves when they are outside...

I really don’t think so!

Your sister Yaya is very strong!

However, her objections were ineffective. In order to reassure the little girl, Yaya took out the fox mask she bought from her bracelet and put it on, completely blocking her gorgeous face.

Just like that, Yaya went to sea.

On the premise of desperately remembering Jenny and Havenster Island, I went to sea full of expectations and anxiety.

But Yaya won't know.

Just an hour after she left the island.

A tall, thin figure in a white suit riding a bicycle stepped onto the coast of Havenster and took over a ship of pirates who were neatly tied up and beaten with bruises and swollen faces.

The cauliflower man with a plaid eye patch on his head and a suit jacket draped over his arm reached out and scratched the back of his head: "Ah la la~ Have you solved everything?"