Pirates Never Work Overtime

Mers slumped on the lounge chair, closing his eyes and feeling the gentle rays of the sun. It would be better if there was not so much noise around him...

Bang bang bang!

"You bastards, please move faster. You are taking so long to move two barrels of wine. Who told you, Jin Lamy, to tell the second brother and the boss about me? You will definitely be reprimanded again when you go back.

It’s really unpleasant.”

Rather than being scolded and ridiculed by his eldest brother and his two older brothers, Jack would rather be stabbed a few times by Morse.

"Little White Snake, why don't you come and have a drink together? My liquor is a fine product produced in Wano. You can't buy it outside. Come to the chef and have a toast. My liquor is not much worse than the bottle of old liquor you had before.

Bar!"

After drinking, Jack was completely different from before. He had even forgotten where he was. If Jin Lamy hadn't stopped him, this guy would have held his own small banquet.

The noisy quarrel lasted until the moon climbed into the sky, and then it completely quieted down. When Morse woke up from his sleep, he found Seth, Boljack and others lying together without any identity.

, everyone was completely drunk.

"Have you already left? You didn't even try to take Jack away. It's really an interesting Beast Pirates. That guy Kaido is really charming."

As if he heard what Morse said, Jack opened his eyes that were not yet fully awake, looked in the direction of Morse, and said vaguely: "I will not run away, bastard, sooner or later I will let you know

Mr. Jack is so powerful...a coward who dares not drink." After saying that, he closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

Morse was stunned when he saw this. Although his identity and camp were different, Jack, a guy with a certain level of iron-headedness, was really annoying.

...

"The Navy doesn't have any requirements for selecting navigators, bastard, can you please show me some direction?

Bastard, no, that's not the direction.

White Snake brat, this useless navigator can just be thrown into the sea. Staying on the ship is just a waste of wine and meat."

"Asshole Jack, please pay attention to your identity. You have to know that you are just a prisoner. Letting you live is a great mercy. You have to throw me into the sea. General Morse, let's throw this guy into the sea.

Fishing, he almost ate all the meat on the boat yesterday."

Early in the morning, Mers was awakened by the quarrel between Boll and Jack. In the end, he could only open his eyes and look helplessly at the sea in the distance, with thousands of thoughts running through his heart. He didn't know.

What evil had he done to meet Boer, this strange navigator?

Even if he can't tell the direction and can't read the pirate's navigation chart, what's even more frightening is that this guy can't listen to other people's suggestions at all and only moves forward based on his own feelings, even when faced with Jack who can press the button with one hand.

The monster who killed him was just as stubborn.

"That's enough, Bol. I told you that if I can't reach the red-haired pirates' headquarters today, you will not be able to see the sun tomorrow. If you don't believe it, you can try it. I'm looking forward to whether one person can feed a whole person."

Only the Neptune type."

Morse's extremely calm words, accompanied by the smoke exhaled from his mouth, were carried by the wind into the ears of 'Little Radar'.

It also made Boer, who was craning his neck and arguing with Jack, suddenly quiet down, as if he thought of the scene of feeding fish, and suddenly shuddered.

The next second, she threw the navigation chart into Jack's hand, turned around and squatted on the deck, like a frustrated little daughter-in-law without saying a word.

When Jack saw this, he laughed wildly, as if he was happier than killing Morse.

After laughing for a while, he finally realized that there was nothing worth laughing about, and then he squatted on the ground and shut himself up.

"White Snake kid, what I promised you has been completed. That's where the red-haired pirate group is stationed. As for whether the red-haired group is there or not, I don't know. I followed the direction of your navigation chart completely.

Come on, by the way, I have one last piece of advice for you, just throw this useless navigator into the sea and feed it to the fish as soon as possible."

At the end of the sentence, he didn't forget to give Boll some eye drops to make this bastard who had always been against him less happy.

"Bastard Jack..." Bol lay on the bow of the boat and carefully cursed Jack.

"We're finally here, Jack. Thanks, I'll ask you to put on the sea-stone handcuffs next! When the fight starts, I'm worried that you'll kill Boll and the others. Do you think it's a little radar?"

"Well..." When Bol, who was known as Little Radar, heard that Jack was going to be put back on the stellate handcuffs, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the frustration he had just been ridiculed by Jack disappeared without a trace in an instant, using Morse

He rushed to Jack's side with a speed he had never seen before, and with an incredulous expression on Jack's face, he took out a set of luxurious sea-stone handcuffs from behind his quilt.

"Bastard Bol, when will you be ready?"

"Hey, idiot Uncle Jack still has a lot of skills. Now be honest. I asked you to yell at me just now. Now it's time to be honest. Boss Morse, don't worry. I will leave this guy to me. I will definitely let him be honest."

Stay here honestly."

Bol was extremely excited at this time. If not for the fact that Morse was still watching, he would have wanted to find a set of torture tools to force Jack to apologize to him.

"What a sin! I destroyed so many nursing homes in my last life before I met such a weirdo like you. Forget it, just do whatever you want! But be careful. Jack's strength cannot be completely worn away by a set of sea-floor stone handcuffs.

Don't make too much of a fuss, remember your own identity." Morse sighed with emotion, and then made a gesture to the navy at the helm in the distance, telling him to stop advancing.

It would be better for the red-haired pirates to go alone. Bringing Bol and the others would only increase their worries out of thin air, and the fight would not be so fun.

...........

New World, Non-Lonan Sea Area, Red Hair Pirates Station.

The red-haired Shanks and his team, who had recently solved a group of troublesome intruder pirates, had just held a lively banquet, which also included the 'newcomer' pirate group, Barty Sea, who had recently entered the new world from the paradise.

The thieves, a group of people were impressed by Shanks' unique charm after being defeated by Red Hair and others.

After some pleasant business touts, Shanks' old habits got out of hand again. Regardless of Ben Beckman's repeated dissuasion, he took out all the ingredients and drinks and started a long battle on the uninhabited island where they had just fought.

A grand banquet lasting one day and one night.

"Um, my head hurts. What time is it now in Beckman? Am I drunk again?"

Shanks covered his head and opened his eyes in pain, looked at Ben Beckman who was sitting next to him smoking a cigarette in front of the campfire and asked casually.

"Well, I drank too much. Now that I'm awake, let's get ready to welcome the next group of guests!"

"What kind of guests? Barty and the others are already preparing to leave. Could it be that that guy tricked me?"

Shanks looked at Beckman in disbelief, waiting for him to give him a reasonable explanation.