Traveler in the Pirate World

On the sparsely populated jungle coast, a group of people were lying on the beach in a miserable state, the sea water soaked their clothes and the sand covered their faces.

Half a month's chase had exhausted them. The navy who were biting like mad dogs, as well as the pirate hunters and even the pirates who came from all directions after hearing the noise, were finally thrown off by them.

"Are you still alive, Zeus?" Makul leaned on a rock by the sea, a small amount of blood flowing out from his empty left leg. His originally dark face had turned as pale as paper, and his breath was extremely weak.

"Cough cough..." A large amount of sea water came out of Zeus' mouth, and his nasal cavity felt very uncomfortable. He turned his head with difficulty to look towards the place where the sound came from, his eyes still a little vague.

"If you continue like this, I'll be doomed, Mr. Ship's Doctor!" Seeing that the other party was still alive, Makul couldn't help but smile, and his words were much more powerful than before.

Hearing this familiar voice, Deus's dazed expression slowly recovered. He staggered to his feet, and his shaking body almost fell down again. He stumbled to his feet and came to Makul. Looking at this companion who had lost too much blood, his pupils contracted.

He hurried forward to check on Makul's body, but after a moment his legs went weak and he fell to the ground, his pupils trembling.

"What... is there no hope? I guess so. After all, I feel..." Makul's weak voice sounded in Zeus's ears, making Zeus's face suddenly turn ugly.

"No, there is still hope, believe me, there is still hope, I just didn't stand firmly!" Deus got up in a panic, with a bit of madness in his expression. He desperately tore off a piece of rag from his clothes and began to stop the bleeding for Makul, while looking around, trying to find his medical kit.

Unfortunately, all this was doomed to be in vain. His ship was destroyed, and many of his companions died at sea. The time Ace bought for them did not really bring them safety.

"In fact, I knew a long time ago that there would be such a day, but it... came sooner than I thought..."

"Don't talk, please don't talk, don't say those words anymore!" Deuce shouted hysterically, his eyes were red and bloodshot, like a hideous evil ghost.

"Listen to me... Deus, I'm actually quite proud... My captain... The captain is Roger's son, hahahaha... cough cough... ha... cough cough..."

Makul died, he died laughing. Zeus stared blankly at his companion who was gradually becoming colder, and he sat on the ground as if all his strength had been drained.

After a long while, he turned around in panic and looked around, then he crawled to his companions who had fallen on the shore, repeating in his heart, "There is still hope, there is still hope, there must be hope!"

At dusk, fiery clouds filled the sky, and the night began to tilt towards the jungle. The fire burned beside the huge reefs on the coast. Deus and the people who survived by chance looked at the rising flames together, tears streaming down their faces.

Some had dull eyes, some were heartbroken, and some had fear in their eyes.

Deuce sat there in a daze. His companions who used to drink and chat together were either dead or scattered. The captain... yes, the captain!

Thinking of Ace, Deuce fumbled around in panic, and soon pulled out a stack of wrinkled and wet newspapers from his waist. Some of the ink on them had smudged and become blurry, but the row of eye-catching large characters and the portrait of the boy were still clear.

"We have to save him, our captain still needs us!" Deuce shouted while holding the newspaper.

"Save? With what? Save with your life?" Upon hearing this, someone trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and roared, "Do you know where that is? It's Marinford, the Navy Headquarters. There are three or even more monsters like Kizaru there!"

"Yeah, what can we do if we go? We can't do anything. We are too weak!"

"You bunch of cowards, are you scared by this? You even gave up on your own captain, damn you bastards!"

"Go ahead and die if you want to. I won't go crazy with you guys. Going to a place like that is no different from seeking death."

……

Most of his companions' reactions surprised Zeus, but they were not that surprising. He looked at the people arguing more and more fiercely, and could not help but remain silent for a while. It was not until they were about to fight that he said, "Enough! Stop arguing. You can make your own choice in this matter!"

As night fell and the stars hung in the sky, Deus sat alone on the beach, staring at the sky, lost in thought. He knew that he might not be able to do anything if he went, and he knew what he would face, but he still made a choice in his heart. After all, the stupid captain had protected him too many times.

……

The central square was crowded with people. A tall cylindrical building stood in the middle of the wide square. It was built entirely of huge rocks, and the long years had left an ancient atmosphere on its surface.

Most of the text that is unrecognizable to ordinary people has been weathered, and only a small part has been preserved in the passage.

Lily stood in the crowd, people walked past her without noticing, she looked up at the ancient texts.

The scattered handwriting and relief carvings have long been mottled, just like the past recorded on them, forgotten by the world.

Passing through the arch-like passage, the outside suddenly opens up. There are circular stone steps arranged in a stair-like shape. People are seated together. On the central circular platform, a group of bandits in uniform and holding spears are escorting a burly man who is half-kneeling on the ground with untidy beard and gray hair.

The middle-aged man raised his head and stared at the young man standing in front of him, who was dressed simply but exceptionally cleanly, his eyes full of unwillingness and disbelief.

"You want to kill me? You actually want to kill me, Vilanze, don't forget who picked you up and who fed you? It was me!" The middle-aged man roared. He still found it hard to believe the verdict that Vilanze had just announced.

"You broke the rules, father!" Vilanze's voice was still cold, and there seemed to be no trace of pain and hesitation in his eyes, as if the person who was about to be executed was not the father who saved and raised him, but an ordinary prisoner.

"You want to kill me for a woman from an ordinary family? You're crazy, Vilanzer!" Rodman struggled to stand up, but the chains bound his limbs and he almost fell to the ground. "Damn little beast, I should have watched you starve to death on the street, I shouldn't have taught you this skill, I shouldn't have met you!"

He cursed with gnashing teeth, as if he wanted to eat Vilanze's flesh and blood alive.

Weilanze seemed to have not heard all this, and looked at him calmly and coldly, "A woman from an ordinary family? Don't you understand what crime you have really committed, my father?

You hurt our employer, you bullied a city resident who paid protection fees on time every year, you broke the rules of this city, you betrayed our efforts over the years, and you turned into a father!

You have gotten enough, and I have killed too many old friends and elders over the years, but why can't you control your ugly and terrible desires?

I remember what I said a long time ago, no one can break the rules of this city, not even me. If you want to change all this, either give me a reason that convinces me, or have a bigger fist than mine, and let him go. Let me see if you have the ability to change the rules. "

Vilanze suppressed the anger in his heart. He never thought that one day his adoptive father would stand against him and become a rule breaker.

"I was wrong, Vilanze, please let me go, I am your father!" Although the restraints on his body were removed, Rodman's expression did not become relaxed. On the contrary, he seemed extremely frightened and even kowtowed on the ground, leaving a big cut on his forehead.

"Stand up, don't let me see you like this, seriously!" With a clang, the long knife that Rodman often used fell in front of him. Vilanze looked at him with a sinister look as he bowed his head, and the flames of anger finally erupted.

A golden light flashed beside him, and a book with a golden four-leaf clover on the cover appeared out of thin air. He stood with a sword in his hand, looking down at Rodman with cold eyes, and there was undisguised disgust in his eyes.

However, everything was destined to disappoint him. The years of decadence and dissipation wiped out the last bit of man's blood. The man who once looked down on the nobles the most became the person he hated the most. When facing him, Rodman didn't even have the courage to hold the knife.

"Don't kill me, Vilanze! Please, forgive me this time, I beg you, I was just drunk, I just couldn't help it, really, I didn't mean it..."

The golden light blocked his vision, Vilanze's sword cut through the air, hot blood flowed through the air, and a huge head fell to the ground, representing the end of this trial.

The young man who represented the supreme power of this city left in silence, his lonely back elongated by the scorching sun, the sharp blade stained with the blood of his loved ones trembled slightly, and bits of bright red slid down to the ground, mixing with the dust and becoming turbid.

At night, Vilanzer sat high on a cold stone chair. He looked at the strokes and words engraved on the dome. He stayed up all night and his hair turned white.