Pirates: Rush to the Peak

"I'm so sorry! I feel really bad for making you all worry about me." Ace bowed deeply to everyone with an apologetic smile to express his apology.

When everyone saw Ace apologizing so sincerely, they quickly waved their hands to signal.

"Hey, Boss Ace, please don't be so distant with us!" one of them shouted.

"That's what I mean. Just don't make us so nervous next time." Another person echoed.

At this time, Marco, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke: "Okay, okay, brothers and sisters, let's pack up and prepare to dock." His words were like a magic needle that instantly ended this little farce.

Following Marco's order, the Moby Dick slowly sailed towards an island not far away. The sea breeze gently blew the sails, making a rustling sound, as if cheering for the upcoming landing.

However, just as everyone was immersed in the joy of arriving at the island, no one noticed that a pirate ship with a broken mast was floating quietly on the sea. The pirates on the ship were in chaos and despair.

"Captain? This...what should we do now?" A pirate looked at the mast on the deck that was less than one meter long. His face was pale and his eyes were full of fear and helplessness.

The pirate captain stood at the bow, brows furrowed, looking at the vast ocean in front of him, feeling bitter in his heart.

He sighed deeply, shook his head helplessly and said, "There's nothing we can do. Let's go to the cabin and look for the oars we used before. We can only row the boat manually and try to get closer to the shore first."

After saying that, he slapped the railing heavily, turned and walked into the cabin.

These poor pirates had no choice but to obey the captain's orders and began to frantically search for oars in the cabin.

Their once majestic pirate ship now looked like a wounded beast, struggling to move forward on the rough sea.

The Moby Dick sailed forward against the wind and waves.

At this time, Marco walked slowly and steadily towards Sabo who was standing on the side of the deck.

Sabo was seen with his upper body naked, his muscles clearly defined, wringing out his soaked clothes.

Drops of water kept dripping from the clothes and splashing onto the wooden deck.

Marco walked closer to Sabo and said softly, "Thank you for what you did just now."

Hearing this, Sabo suddenly stopped what he was doing.

Then, he raised his head, looked straight at Marco, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, shook his head and said, "No need to thank me, Ace is my brother. When I saw that he was in danger, how could I watch him fall into the sea and do nothing!"

After saying that, Sabo lowered his head and continued to wring the clothes.

Marco listened to Sabo's words quietly, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and he nodded slightly to show his understanding and agreement.

After a while, he seemed to remember something and asked, "By the way, where are you going to go after we get to the shore?" Sabo stopped what he was doing, thought for a moment, and replied, "After we get to the shore, I have to leave for a while. I was in such a hurry when I fell into the sea just now that I accidentally lost the Den Den Mushi I was carrying. So I have to find a way to get in touch with Mr. Dragon as soon as possible."

After listening to Sabo's explanation, Marco smiled and nodded again, responding: "Okay, I wish you all the best."

Even as the two men were talking, the Moby Dick was still moving rapidly on the sea, like a giant beast moving forward courageously.

Before long, they saw a lush island in the distance ahead.

At this time, Thatch hurried over and found Whitebeard. He said to Whitebeard respectfully, "Dad, I am going to take my brothers ashore to buy some food and will be back soon."

Whitebeard glanced at Thatch and warned him seriously, "Well, be careful on the road and don't cause any trouble."

Thatch nodded and said, "I understand, Dad, please don't worry!"

Then, Thatch turned around and led his men off the ship.

At the same time, Ace accompanied Sabo, and the two of them walked towards the shore together...

Marco sat leisurely on the railing, swinging his legs casually, looking down at the bustling port. The sea breeze gently brushed his face and ruffled his yellow pineapple hair.

"Bru bru bru..." A burst of rapid Den Den Mushi chirping broke the silence.

"Bulu bulu bulu..." The sound continued.

"Hmm?" Marco frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in his heart.

He slowly reached out his hand, reached into his pocket and began to search.

Finally, he touched the chirping Den Den Mushi. When he took it out, his eyes widened instantly.