Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

New World, an island.

The Oro Jackson docked at the beach, and Wave Beard's skull and crossbones flag kept fluttering in the cool sea breeze.

On the shoreline, a bonfire rose.

Everyone in the Roger Pirates sat around the campfire, happily smoking and drinking.

Pieces of red and white barbecue were placed on the bonfire, making sizzling sounds under the burning of the charcoal fire. Fatty Shisui kept dripping, filling the air with a rich aroma and making people eat their fingers.

"I really didn't expect that Garp would give up on chasing us. This is really strange."

Rayleigh, who had blond hair and wore glasses, picked up the wine bottle, took a sip, and frowned in confusion.

"Hahahaha!! Garp must have known that he couldn't beat me, so he simply gave up!"

Roger next to him laughed loudly and couldn't wait to take out his dagger and cut off a piece of barbecue.

He skillfully poured soup on the barbecue and took a big bite.

The aroma of barbecue bloomed in his taste buds, the juices overflowed, and a strong sense of fullness and satisfaction suddenly arose, making him couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Listening to Roger's rough words, Rayleigh rolled her eyes angrily.

"Maybe something more important happened..."

Jabba, who was smoking a cigar at the side, said solemnly.

Two huge black battle axes were placed crosswise beside him, emitting a faint cold light in the sunlight.

"important things……"

Rayleigh raised his head and took a sip of wine and murmured:

"This is something that has never happened before... Ever since the war, Garp has been keeping an eye on us, and he has ignored even orders from the World Government."

Roger put an arm around Rayleigh's shoulders and said with a smile:

"Why are you thinking so much? Isn't this a good thing for us?"

"If that bastard Garp hadn't run away, would we have had this opportunity to sit down and eat meat and drink wine?"

Rayleigh heard this and said helplessly:

"That's right..."

"——That's okay! Living in the present is the most important thing!"

Roger waved his hand to interrupt him, laughed and raised the wine bottle:

"Let's have a good drink today!!"

"Roar!!"

The crew suddenly burst into cheers of joy.

Rayleigh pinched her temples with a headache.

Drinking is drinking, eating meat is eating meat... But Roger, you bastard, can you stop rubbing the oil on your hands on my body...

He looked at the greasy fingerprints on the shoulders of his clothes and twitched the corner of his mouth.

suddenly--

As if they noticed something, Rayleigh, Roger and Jabba's eyes flashed at the same time, and a ray of red light flashed in the depths of their pupils.

boom! !

A water column tens of meters high suddenly exploded on the sea surface.

The sea water fell all over the sky, and a small submarine jumped high from the bottom of the sea. Like an ice-breaking ship, it rushed to the coast with great momentum.

"who is it!?"

"Enemy attack!!"

"submarine!?"

"Is it Marine!?"

"..."

The expressions of everyone in Roger's pirate group changed. They all picked up their weapons and stared warily at the submarine dragging a long groove on the beach.

click.

There was a dull sound, and the hatch of the submarine suddenly opened.

A sturdy figure with long, messy golden hair walked out of the hatch.

"You...are Roger?"

The man glanced around, and his eyes quickly locked on Roger, who was wearing a bloody captain's coat, and he raised an unruly smile on his lips.

Roger squinted his eyes and observed the man for two seconds, and an eager smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Yes, who are you?"

boom! !

A majestic momentum suddenly erupted in the body of the blond boy, turning into a mighty tide and sweeping out, making everyone's breath suddenly stagnant.

"Douglas Bullet."

Under the violent Conqueror's Haki, Bullet's blond hair flew wildly, his eyes quickly turned red, exuding the crazy fighting spirit of Shura Purgatory.

"I'm here to challenge... the strongest!"

the voice fell,

Bullet's figure was like a ferocious beast that escaped from its cage, suddenly shot out from the place and shot towards Roger!

…

Ten seconds later.

boom!

The Bullet flew upside down and hit the submarine hard, denting the steel cabin.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Roger who was still sitting there with a piece of barbecue in his mouth with disbelief on his face, and a trace of despair seeped in his eyes.

"How is it possible...the gap..."

Roger tore off a piece of barbecue, smiled and said:

"The strength is good, but if you want to challenge me, it's still hundreds of years early..."

"Damn..."

Bullet's eyes were filled with ferocious bloodshot eyes.

But a wine bottle was suddenly thrown over and landed in his arms.

"You haven't eaten yet, kid?"

Bullet was stunned, and what he saw was Roger's Haki face with a mellow smile, as well as the friendly smiles of other members of Roger's pirate group.

"Even if you want to continue fighting, you have to eat before you fight."

Roger smiled and said:

"...Isn't it?"

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Business is booming on the island, and the streets are crowded and bustling with people.

There are many shops, all kinds of goods are dazzling.

Darren smoked a cigar and walked happily on the street, enjoying this rare leisure.

That military uniform had long been destroyed in imprisonment and fighting. At this time, he bought a new set of clothes.

The upper body is a loose white shirt, the lower body is wearing casual black trousers, and the black tie is tied loosely, but it does not look dirty at all, but has a different kind of wild charm.

This clean and tidy outfit, coupled with Darren's unrestrained temperament and outstanding appearance, attracted the attention of many young girls and ladies along the way.

Darren walked into a tavern, and as the small partition door was pushed open, the noise and sunlight outside disappeared.

The lights in the pub are slightly dimmed, the atmosphere is charming and quiet, and soft tunes are flowing in the air.

"A glass of whiskey, with ice."

Darren walked to the bar and shouted to the bartender.

"Also, do you have a map?"

Of course having a drink was important, but Darren didn't forget about business.

Places like taverns, romantic venues, and casinos are often places where information circulates.

He had never been to New World, so he naturally had to confirm the location of this island first.

After this series of events, Darren felt that he had the ability to protect himself even in the dangerous waters of New World, known as the "Pirate Graveyard".

As long as he doesn't meet those legendary guys, there are only a handful of people in the New World who can leave him behind.

Taking the whiskey and map from the bartender, Darren threw a few bills over.

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Feeling the mellow and spicy liquor spreading in his throat, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Turning over the rudimentary map in his hand, Darren roughly identified the location of this neutral island.

"It turned out to be in the waters near Wanokuni..."

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