Pirate: It’s not a phantom beast, it’s a phantom god!

Chapter 121 Gathering Prayers

"So, you guys think so too?"

After hearing what everyone said, Fryhail realized that these pirates, like him, wanted Osi to take their ship to see whether the so-called "Sky Island" actually existed.

Go and see if these guys who once believed in dreams are really as ridiculous as others say.

To see if what they have buried deep in their hearts all these years is really meaningless.

Entrusting their ship and their last 'companion' to the little girl with an incredible aura, this was the final gamble made by this group of rotting pirates.

"Hahahaha! You guys!"

The tavern owner finally couldn't help laughing when he heard this, then waved his hand:
"Since everyone has come to the same conclusion, let's get started!"

"Tear down all the usable parts of the ship and put them in order, then go call that guy Toni over and rebuild a brand new ship!"

"You all heard today that the brat will leave the day after tomorrow. We only have one day!"

"Everyone, hurry up and get started!"

"Oh!"
The pirates raised their right hands one after another, full of energy.

"You guys! You guys..."

"Oh~!"

Seeing everyone ready to fight, the old pirate wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

He pulled the tow rope to pull the tattered pirate ships to the shore, and then sat on his shabby lounge chair and watched the pirates jump onto his ship and dismantle the usable parts.

"I didn't expect it to have rotted away like this... There are only a few good planks left in the cabin."

"Haha~ My sail is specially made and it's still usable!"

"My stern is still good."

"My rudder..."

The pirates talked among themselves and soon dismantled the best-preserved parts of their ship and placed them neatly on the shore.

Looking at the components of various sizes, colors and shapes, Fryhail couldn't help but recall the scene when he and his friends designed their own pirate ship before setting out to sea.

At that time, everyone had their own ideas. Some wanted a big ram, some wanted a spacious deck, some wanted to paint the mast red, but some wanted to paint it blue...

As a result, the colorful boat with seriously unbalanced proportions and center of gravity sank just a few weeks after going out to sea, causing him and his companions to drift on the sea for several days.

Touching the corner of his mouth, Fulaihaier reminded:
"Everyone, warm these planks and other things over a fire to remove the moisture. When it's daybreak, go find that guy, Tonli."

Fryhaier obviously had experience in this area. He began to arrange for everyone to prepare in advance in an orderly manner, and estimated in his mind:

[With the existing skeleton, with Tonli's skills and the help of these people, one day should be enough to reassemble a complete ship.]
Just as he was thinking about how to persuade Tang Li, he suddenly heard a muffled sound.

"Hey!"

Bang!
The tavern owner limped and placed the two huge wing-shaped protective plates on the ground, then panted and said:

"Hoo~~ho~~"

"After all, it's not as good as before."

"This is?"

"This thing was originally a reinforced plate on my ship, and now it can be used as the wings of this ship."

"Wings? Why would a ship have wings?"

Fryhail and the pirates around him were a little confused.

"Because this ship is going to fly into the sky, how can it not have wings?"

The boss sat down on the ground, took out a bottle of wine from somewhere, opened the lid, drank and said:
"You should have heard of that method, right?"

Foley nodded. It was an unspoken understanding among them—legend had it that there was only one way to reach the Sky Island from the sea, and that was by relying on the towering ocean currents.

The powerful upward force generated by the surging ocean current sends the ship into the sky.

This method sounds very chaotic and is almost equivalent to suicide. It was popular a few decades ago, but in fact no one dared to try it.

Until twenty years ago, a great pirate came to the island.

After hearing this method, the fearless pirate immediately set off with his companions without hesitation.

According to the instructions of the old man on the island, they sailed the boat to the sea surface, waiting for the strong ocean current to carry him and his companions to the sky island.

I heard that this incident caused a sensation at the time, and many elderly people who had lived on the island for many years went out to sea in their boats, wanting to witness whether a miracle would happen to the young man.

But in the end, people only found a few pieces of pirate ship wreckage and several bodies of the pirate group members on the coast.

No one talked about that method anymore.

"It's actually possible to ride the current. But it requires the right timing and some modifications to the boat."

"Senior, you..."

Now hearing this method being brought up again without reservation, Fryhail couldn't help but glance at the middle-aged man beside him.

Combined with what the old pirate said just now, he had an incredible guess.

"Yes, that pirate back then was me."

The tavern owner looked at the half-empty bottle in his hand, his tone full of reminiscence.

"That year, my companions and I were just starting out, charging across the Grand Line. We easily swept away all the obstacles along the way..."

"At that time, we truly felt that we were omnipotent, that the Grand Line was nothing short of incredible, and that as long as we kept going, our dreams would be within our grasp."

"So when we heard about 'Sky Island' and that fantastical method, we had almost no hesitation and thought everything would go smoothly as before..."

The boss didn't say anything else, but Fryhail had already guessed the final result.

"Since you, Senior, have failed, does that mean this method is fake? Or does Sky Island really not exist at all?"

"No, Sky Island does exist. That method does work!"

"Even if it was only for a moment, we really did touch the ocean in the sky!"

The tavern owner stretched out his right hand towards the sky, as if recalling the feeling at that time.

"The ocean...in the sky?!"

"Yes, there's no way that feeling is wrong!"

"There's an ocean in the sky! And that legendary 'Sky Island' must be floating somewhere on that ocean!"

The tavern owner's tone was more resolute than ever before.

After he fell from the sky and narrowly escaped death, he did not choose to give up on himself, but frantically collected all the information about the 'Sky Island' and the 'Sea in the Sky'.

He went to the streets and alleys to collect local legends and unofficial histories. He went to the royal library to consult ancient documents and professional historical materials...

Finally, one day, he found a special cloud layer called "Jidi Cloud" in a book on meteorological research.

The cumulus clouds, which were recorded to be as thick as the earth, finally made him certain that islands could exist in the sky.

But it was too late. He had lost everything: his companions, his ship, his money, his strength and most importantly his courage.

"My adventure is over, but my dream is not."

"Now, I'm going to bet everything I have on that girl!"

(End of this chapter)