After retiring from the Navy, I became a doting husband.

Crocodile grew increasingly disappointed.

Fortunately, I can study Pluto properly.

a few days later.

The ship carrying Martin and his two companions sailed towards the New World in vibration mode.

That's right, according to Robin's deciphering, Hades is actually in the New World.

Inside the cabin.

Robin lay on the bed, swinging her long, slender white legs, intently studying the historical texts she had written down and the story of Hades, occasionally turning her head to look at Martin and Bucky the Joker with a curious expression.

Listen carefully to every word Martin says to Bucky the Clown, and then analyze it in your mind.

Revolution is great.

Revolution is immortal.

"Bucky, you must remember what I just told you: what is revolution, and why we need revolution, understand?"

Upon hearing this...

Bucky the Clown looked bewildered and nodded as if he understood.

Martin smiled upon seeing this and said, "You're a promising student. Come on, let me tell you what the spirit of selfless dedication is."

What is your biggest hobby?

Bucky the Clown answered excitedly without hesitation, "Treasure!"

“Okay, let’s use your hobby as an example. Because you like treasures, you will keep exploring and excavating the treasures collected by our ancestors. But have you ever thought about how they obtained these endless treasures?”

Martin asked him a question.

Upon hearing this, Bucky the Clown looked puzzled and bewildered, as if he had never thought about this question before, and subconsciously shook his head.

Martin smiled knowingly. That's exactly what I wanted—for you not to know. Otherwise, what would I be doing here spouting nonsense?

I'll think about it.

He spoke directly, explaining, "Actually, these so-called treasures were all looted and plundered by pirates from innocent civilians, and they are stained with the blood and souls of these people."

what?

Bucky the Clown stared in disbelief, knowing full well that the treasure's origins were shrouded in blood and gore.

He just pretended to be surprised.

Even little Robin was taken aback.

Martin feigned a serious expression and threatened, "So, every treasure you find is tainted with countless dead souls. And as you find more and more treasures, your misfortune will accumulate infinitely until it forms a terrible curse. This is the real reason why every treasure hunter has a bad ending."

Upon hearing this, Bucky the Clown couldn't help but imagine that one day he would be haunted by countless ghosts, with curses whispering in his ears, and he would meet a terrible end, dying a gruesome death.

He was so frightened that he trembled all over, his face turned even paler, and he was filled with fear.

Martin smiled inwardly upon seeing this, but remained outwardly calm, saying: "If you don't want to die an unlucky death, you must learn to be selfless from now on. Only in this way can you dispel the misfortune that has shrouded you for so many years."

Bucky the Clown found it increasingly eerie. He thought back to all the years when he was about to obtain a treasure, his luck would always be terrible, and accidents would always happen. Wasn't his accidental consumption of a Devil Fruit the best example?

This terrified Bucky the Clown, who became extremely fearful: "Dad, I'm one of your men, you can't just stand by and watch me die!"

“Baki, there’s nothing I can do for you. You can only redeem yourself. From now on, you can find treasures again and distribute them to the poor people. By gaining their gratitude, you can get rid of the misfortune that befalls you.”

"This is what I mean by selfless dedication."

Martin shrugged and gave him a helpless explanation (or rather, a bluff).

Bucky the Clown may be a bit weak in combat, but his luck is absolutely unmatched.

"With a little training, they can still achieve great things."

"Boss, is this method really going to work?"

Bucky the Clown was skeptical. It was his favorite treasure, and he was reluctant to give it away. But then he thought of the ghosts, the curse, and the ominous death.

He wavered.

"How will you know the result if you don't try? Here's what you'll do: give me the treasures you find each time, and I'll distribute them to the working class. Your task is to try your best to find the treasures buried all over the sea."

"Dad, you're so good!"

Upon hearing this, Bucky the Clown was instantly moved to tears.

Martin's lips curled up slightly.

Get it done.

From now on, there will be one more treasure hunter on the high seas who upholds justice.

Then he used the money to build Hades for himself.

Two more days passed.

The ship first returned to Lili Island.

And this moment.

After two days of brainwashing, Bucky the Clown was single-mindedly focused on finding treasure to redeem himself. He leaned against the side of the boat, his hands supporting his chin.

Feeling melancholy: Where should I go to find the treasure?

Suddenly, at that moment, he saw Lili Island: "Life is meaningless."

"Bucky, it's dangerous down there. You and Robin should get off the ship."

Martin gave the order.

"Dad... are you going to let me go?"

Bucky the Clown, sprawled on the ground, gaped with his jaw touching the deck, as if he had truly seen a ghost. He stared in disbelief and stammered, "You're not kidding!"

He thought he would be enslaved by the other party for the rest of his life, but he never expected happiness to come so suddenly.

Without further explanation, Martin left Robin, Joel, and Bucky the Clown on Rainbow Island.

before going.

Robin looked reluctant to part, and Joel's tears flowed incessantly, both appearing completely heartbroken.

Martin smiled slightly at the two women and kissed them.

Then he looked at Bucky the Clown: "Bucky, never forget what I told you."

Bucky nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, boss. I will definitely find lots and lots of treasures to break the curse."

Martin smiled to himself. That's right, that's what a qualified working person should be like.

They work hard without expecting anything in return.

Then they can use these treasures to do other things.

It smells so good!!

Yes, he has already made the arrangements.

The next day.

The sea was calm and sunny, and Martin lay leisurely in a chair, basking in the sun.

Little did he know that he had entered the waters under Whitebeard's jurisdiction.

On the sea not far away.

The patrol boat flying the white-bearded flag spotted him.

At this moment, on the patrol boat, a speedboat bearing the white-bearded flag is flying.

One of the burly men, wearing a pirate hat, was holding a monocular telescope and carefully surveying the sea around him. Unwittingly, Martin's ship came into view.

The burly man was taken aback at first, then looked around more carefully. Seeing that Martin's ship did not have a pirate flag, he put down his monocular binoculars, turned to the two people who were chatting, and said: "Joseph, a ship without a pirate flag has entered our waters."

Ok?

Joseph was chatting with a young man with a black scarf tied around his head and a slightly rugged appearance when he suddenly heard what the burly man said. The two stopped talking and turned to look at the burly man.

next moment.

Joseph, who was acting as the temporary patrol leader, got up, went to the burly man's side, took the monocular telescope handed to him, and carefully looked in the direction the man was pointing. He then saw Martin's ship.

As expected, there was no pirate flag. Could it be a passing merchant ship?

Joseph muttered to himself with a puzzled look on his face.

However, the absence of a pirate flag could be a deliberate choice, as such incidents have occurred before. Therefore, for safety's sake, Joseph considered the matter and decided to go and investigate.

Followed by.

He turned to the burly man and the other rugged young man sitting there and said, "Hal, Teach, let's go take a look before we decide."

The burly man nodded, turned, and ran into the cabin, while the young man named Teach smiled without any objection, though the smile was rather unpleasant.

And so, the patrol boat started up and quickly approached Martin, cutting through the waves.

Huh?

As they drew closer, Martin's Observation Haki allowed him to sense things in advance. Of course, he wasn't so overpowered that he could see, hear, or foresee things; he could only detect their presence and make judgments.

Upon noticing the three auras approaching him, Martin couldn't help but show a suspicious expression. He then stood up and looked out to sea with sharp eyes, spotting a speedboat and, in particular, the flag fluttering in the wind.

Martin's gaze sharpened, and he felt a slight tremor in his heart.

How did I end up in Whitebeard's territory without even realizing it?

A few minutes later.

Rumble

The three-man patrol team arrived, their boat right next to Martin's.

Martin stood on the side of the ship, arms crossed, looking down at them. He didn't recognize either Joseph or the burly man; they were probably just low-level members of the Whitebeard Pirates.

But Teach had a black scarf tied around her head.

Oh my, I've seen that old turtle with black whiskers again!