[One Piece] The White Wolf of the Red Foss

The banquet last night was too noisy, and when it dawned, the whole island was quiet. Akales was wrapped in a blanket and sat in the observation deck, his eyes were clear like a person who hadn't slept all night.

He stood up, put away the blanket, jumped on the deck again, and called them later... Today's plan is to sail in the afternoon.

There was movement in the cabin, and Beckman opened the door leading to the upper deck, and the first thing he saw was Akales standing on it.

"Good morning." Beckman raised his hand in greeting.

Akales nodded and replied, "Morning."

After saying hello, Beckman said again: "Breakfast will be prepared in the village. You and I will move the supplies prepared yesterday to the boat."

Although they can wait for Shanks to wake up and move together, Beckman learned last night that the navy will come to patrol the nearby waters every few months.

The already drunk villager counted with his fingers and said that it was only a few days.

It's better to get ready to go early.

"Okay." Yakales nodded, and then came to the village with Beckman.

There are still traces left by last night's bustle, wine barrels and wine glasses piled up everywhere, the smell of barbecue and wine in the air, and the men who lay down and slept soundly on the spot.

The supplies that Beckman stacked up yesterday were neatly piled aside. Yakales stretched out his hand to lift a box, and was almost smothered to death by the alcohol inside.

The pirate's rum is more important than food, and it can be used as a disinfectant to sprinkle on the wound at critical times.

Therefore, it is normal to have a large amount.

After going back and forth more than a dozen times, I finally moved all the things to the storage room. At this time, the others were still sleeping like thunder.

Beckman lit a cigarette and frowned patiently. He originally thought that if he and Yakales moved things so frequently, one of them would be woken up. Who would have imagined that one would sleep more deadly than the other.

"Akales, call Shanks up, I'll call the four of them." Even with the little monkey, Beckman counted it as one of the crew.

Yakales nodded, knocked on the door politely before entering the captain's room.

The space in the captain's cabin is still large, with a bed on the wall and a desk next to it - the only purpose is for the captain to write the logbook.

Only this diary is what Shanks actively wanted to write, and the rest of the documents and information have been sorted out by Beckman.

There is still a wardrobe left, and there are Shanks' souvenirs piled up in the corner—their captain, who has spent a lot of money and is always happy, has been arguing with Beckman for a long time for this .

On the other side of the room, connecting the two walls, is a hammock hanging in mid-air. Shanks is lying in it, with one leg draped outside, and the quilt has fallen to the ground.

At that time, Akales wanted to sleep in a hammock, but was robbed by Shanks. The captain said that he used to sleep in a hammock when he was a trainee crew member, and he didn't like the bed.

Akales raised his hand and patted Shanks on the shoulder, causing the captain to groan, but there was no sign of waking up.

"Shanks." Akales shook the hammock again, and the captain didn't even moan this time.

Beckman stood at the door and knocked, and behind him were the crew members walking outside with big bags on their heads and yawning.

"Can't you wake up?" The deputy captain had a cold light in his eyes, and raised his rolled up sleeves, "I'll come."

After a loud noise, Shanks and Lackey squatted on the deck together, brushing their teeth obediently.

Auston muttered depressed and puzzled: "Why is Beckman so fierce today..."

"I don't know, I just ate a big chicken drumstick..." Lackey also muttered aggrievedly.

As soon as chicken legs were mentioned, everyone fell silent, and their stomachs began to growl one after another.

"I'm hungry." Shanks blinked, rinsed the last sip of water, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and ran to Akales, "Yaka, what do you have for breakfast?"

"It's time for lunch soon." Akales replied patiently.

"Ah~ Then I'm hungry now!"

Yakales nodded, and a large bag of food appeared out of thin air in his hand, "The villagers gave you breakfast in the morning, and I ordered one for you."

"Wow, thank you Yakas!" Before Shanks could say anything, Lackey approached with agility beyond his body, "I'll eat half of it!!"

Akales stepped back swiftly, avoiding Laki's outstretched hand.

"No! This is what Yaka gave me!!" Shanks puffed up his cheeks, and immediately took the things in Yakales' hands. He took it easily and ran fast.

Lackey also ran away.

Auston has a very good relationship with Lackey in recent days. He put his hands on his chest and shouted at Lackey: "Lucky!! Come on, I'll take a bite too!"

The ship doctor Gerila who just joined in stood beside Auston strangely and asked, "Akales...why do you call three names?"

Doragon also leaned on Gerila's shoulders and squeaked a few times.

"Here, only Shanks can call Yaka," Oston explained to Grela seriously: "Laki and I call Yakas, and Beckman calls Yakales, except Yaka. Other than that, you can call the other two."

"Also..." Alston patted Greira's chest, "I'm only sailing with you pirates for my own purposes, not the crew of this ship."

"Huh?" Grella stared at Oston, nodded, "Okay, I see."

"Hey, shouldn't you ask me why?"

"There's no need to ask, anyway, it's fine as a companion now."

"……makes sense."

Shanks and Lackey chased me around the boat several times and ran away. They were so hungry that they had no strength, so they divided the bag of food and everyone ate a little together.

When it was time to leave in the afternoon, the villagers on the whole island gave them a very enthusiastic farewell, which was so enthusiastic that it was not true.

Beckman glanced at Gerila, who was covering her face and crying bitterly, and narrowed her eyes. The doctor on the island is leaving...Why are everyone smiling?

"Everyone, I will miss you, without me, please take care of your health!" Greila cried bitterly.

The village chief waved his hand, with a distorted expression of wanting him to leave but wanting to hide it, the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably and being suppressed.

Akales saw it, but was not at all curious.

Shanks and the others are stupidly immersed in the pain of parting, knowing nothing.

Beckman squinted his eyes, and asked a villager.

The villager patted him on the shoulder solemnly, "Actually, Grela...Although his medical skills are very good, you can rest assured about that, but...he is a bit strange..."

As for the strange method... Shanks and the others discovered it on the third day after sailing.

They encountered several warships, and although they successfully repelled them, everyone was slightly injured.

At first, I thought that there was no serious problem with the ship doctor, but in the end, there was a scream enough to tear the sky from the infirmary.

Shanks thought for a moment that the navy was ambushing in the infirmary, and everyone kicked open the door of the infirmary vigilantly, only to find that it was only Gerilla bandaging Auston.

"Help!!!" Alston cried out with tears and snot running down his face, "It hurts ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

How can a bandage hurt?Everyone thought it was Oston's lack of endurance, but after Lackey entered, there was also a scream that tore through the sky.

Beckman finally knew why the villagers were so happy. He also recalled something that had always felt wrong. After they repelled the enemies and set fire to them, some villagers were injured.

But no one went to the island's doctor for treatment.

Because this doctor... the pain caused by treatment is more than ten times that of injury, and it is better to be injured than to treat...