One Piece: Starting with Coercing and Enticing Nami

Seeing the dead bodies inside, they showed no expression, but when they saw the treasure on the ground, excitement immediately filled their faces.

Not far from the town's port.

Thoth appeared by the window on the second floor of a ransacked house, and at his feet was a cloth bag stuffed with several bottles of cheap fruit wine.

As darkness fell, a thick stench of blood and a faint smell of smoke drifted in through the open windows on a gentle breeze, while the sounds of smashing and looting around had almost completely subsided.

Instead, there was the stench of burning houses and corpses.

Burning, killing, looting.

The pirates' actions vividly and profoundly express the meaning of this word.

Thoth stopped looking for prey; the timing wasn't right. Gazing at the murky sky, he saw the pier rising and falling with the tide, like a monstrous pirate ship lying still, its cold eyes fixed on the town.

A shiver ran through me.

Watching this scene unfold, Toth told himself that this was real, not an illusion; it was the most common and ordinary scene in this world and this era.

The cold touch of the windowsill traveled from Thoth's fingertips into his consciousness, like being hammered repeatedly, tempering his mind and making him realize that this was reality, and that reality was cruel.

His eyes closed slightly as he exhaled deeply, taking in the bitter taste in the air.

Close your eyes and rest your mind.

After an unknown period of time, suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded from the pirate ship.

"The navy is coming! Attention all crew! The navy is coming! Captain, order a full retreat! Retreat! Retreat!!!"

A sharp, broken gong sound howled from the mouth of the pirates on the mast tower.

Boom boom boom!

Thoth's eyes snapped open, and at the same time, a deafening cannon barrage came from the distant sea. Looking in that direction, all he could see was a blurry black shadow.

The cunning wolves attacked the flock of sheep, but the hunters, having received the news, arrived late with their rifles.

Wolves, upon seeing a hunter, will instinctively flee as a sign of respect.

Toth tightened the bundle on his shoulder, picked up the cloth bag from the ground, and turned to run.

Amidst the clinking and clattering of bottles, he rushed out of the house and headed straight for the pirate ship at the dock.

At that moment, hurried footsteps echoed from the surrounding houses, and faces contorted with excitement and tension appeared in view.

A cacophony of sharp curses rose and fell as they racked their brains to find a way to insult the female members of the naval family who had come to visit.

The navy bared its fangs and bombarded the pirate ships, while the pirate ships were not to be outdone and returned fire in kind. However, compared to the orderly cannon fire from the warships, the pirates' cannon fire seemed somewhat blustering.

Fortunately, the sky was dark, and both of them had terrible aim.

Thoth, who was near the dock, was in the first line of the procession and rushed onto the steps and onto the deck at top speed.

Captain Norton's reprimanding voice rang out loudly:

"Listen up, you fucking guys, get to your positions, weigh anchor, raise the sails... and set sail."

The pirates on the ship nimbly and efficiently pulled up the anchor and raised the sails. Amidst the hurried footsteps, the pirates, laden with their spoils, burst into wild laughter.

Amidst the roar of cannons, the pirate ship retracted its ramps and gradually moved away from the port. The inconspicuous Thoth followed an old pirate down from the netted sail ropes.

"Captain?! We haven't boarded the ship yet! Don't leave!!!"

"Please, Captain!!!"

A sharp shout rang out from the dock not far away. Six greedy pirates, having ventured too deep into the town, were returning much slower than the others and thus falling behind.

One of them even jumped into the sea, trying to swim up, but the boat was already more than 200 meters away from the dock.

Norton, at the stern, coldly watched them with his icy blue eyes, showing no intention of stopping the ship to wait.

He looked at the ship, which was now much smaller, and glanced around. His hawk-like, icy blue eyes were so piercing that no one dared to meet his gaze.

At that moment, his deep, hoarse voice rang out, "Shouldn't I have told you beforehand that you only have one hour for in-depth raiding, and that you should be on high alert for the arrival of the navy after one hour?"

“Watch them closely. This is what happens when you break the rules. It’s not that I’m heartless, but I’m responsible for you all on this ship. Make your choice. If you’re willing to turn back, I’ll be the first to charge in.”

"No, no, no, Captain Norton, you are right. It's those idiots who didn't listen to your advice. They'd be better off dead."

“The captain’s orders are absolute, and we cannot break your rules because of them.”

"Captain Norton is right!!!"

Pirates are greedy and selfish; they would never risk their own safety to rescue those fools.

They were more interested in looting and ravaging civilians than in fighting the navy head-on.

The pirate ships continued to move away from the port, while the navy approached. All that awaited the remaining pirates was execution by firing squad or hanging.

The pirates who were left behind cried out and cursed...

……

Norton looked at the ugly faces of the men on the ship, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips:

"Alright. Those naval personnel can't catch up with us. Now line up and hand over 40% of the supplies you've obtained to the Third Officer."

Upon hearing this, the pirates' expressions changed one after another. Some had twitched their eyes, while others sighed in despair, but all of them obeyed the rules.

Those who broke the rules in the past were hanged at the bow of the ship long ago. To this day, there are still two dried-up "flesh" on both sides of the bow of the ship, and no one knows when they were hung up.

Soon, a line formed on the deck, most of them wearing expressions that looked like they had lost their mothers but were forcing a smile.

Soon it was Tote's turn. He opened his bundle and bag, looking at the burly third mate in front of him and a large bag at his feet.

The third mate glanced at Thoth with interest, then one of his underlings grinned, reached into Thoth's bundle and grabbed about half of the baileys and gold and silver jewelry, stuffing them into a large cloth bag.

As for the inferior fruit wine, they glanced at it without a second thought, even showing disdain. After the offering was completed, Thoth put away his bundle and then turned to look at the first mate, who was leaning against the fence alone.

This is a middle-aged man with pink hair, effeminate features, slightly narrowed eyes, and a half-smile that resembles a venomous snake.

No pirates dared to approach him.

Thoth took a deep breath, walked up to him with a respectful expression, and pursed his lips under the first mate's scrutinizing gaze:

"First Mate, thank you for last time. Here are some small gifts I found for you."

I hope you won't find it offensive.

As he spoke, he handed him an open package containing a total value of just over 500,000 peles.

The first mate looked at Thoth and said with a half-smile, "We're all partners in the same boat. I didn't help you last time for this little thing."

Thoth's eyes flashed; this bastard seemed determined not to let him go. His eyelids lowered, and a ruthless glint appeared in Thoth's eyes. Then, as if with utter helplessness, he spoke:

"I remember about half a year ago I was curious about women, so I went to find an older woman, and then somehow, some red bumps appeared down there. The older woman said it was just a minor problem during puberty."

They took my money and got me some supposedly highly effective medicine, telling me to take it on time.

As she spoke, she looked up, her eyes filled with doubt and curiosity, "First Mate, did you have any of those things during your puberty?"

The kind that itches when the medication stops.

As he spoke, he rubbed his legs together subtly.

The first mate's eyes widened slightly, and he decisively took a step back, looking as if he had swallowed a dead fly, with a hint of relief.

"No."

His words were cold.

Thoth became frustrated at the opportune moment and then handed the package back to him.

The first mate looked at the Bailey's treasure inside the package and felt inexplicably nauseous.

However, looking at the amount inside, he felt a little reluctant. He took a breath and pointed to a briefcase next to him:

"Place it wherever you see fit."

Each time the ship collected enough tribute, Norton would set aside a portion for the first mate and other officers on board.

Thoth breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his ruthless self-degradation had been successful. Although the first mate was fond of men, he also had a cleanliness obsession.

He must know about the kind of disease that Toth mentioned, and whether it's true or not, he certainly wouldn't want to try it himself.

Moreover, Thoth's offering of tribute to him was both an expression of gratitude and a gesture of respect.

Thoth poured all the treasure from his bundle into the container. The first mate glanced at Thoth, waved his hand, and looked annoyed.

"Alright, you must be tired. Go back and rest!"

Thoth nodded respectfully and left.

The surrounding pirates looked at Thoth curiously, but most of them had a mocking look in their eyes. In their view, Thoth had gone to curry favor with the first mate, but the other party was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Not only did he not fare well, but he also lost everything. But who could blame him when Toth owed the first mate a favor?

Thoth felt a sense of relief as he looked at the port, which had already turned into a black dot in the distance. The navy had not caught up.

After receiving the offerings, Captain Norton was in high spirits and loudly proclaimed that a banquet should be held.

After each raid, the feasts prepared were always exceptionally lavish with food and drinks.

Toth ate his fill, and only after the meal was over was he assigned to clean up the mess.

Furthermore, Thoth was among the lowest-ranking people on the ship, and he had to stay up to keep watch during the first half of the night.

On the cleaned deck, unlike the other two who were fast asleep in the lookout tower at the top of the mast, there was no one there.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Thoth gripped his iron sword and practiced the basic swordsmanship movements etched into his mind and body over and over again.

Once in a learning state, Thoth became exceptionally focused, immersing himself completely in practicing the basic movements of swordsmanship.

One hour later.

Swordsmanship Proficiency +1

Three hours later, another group of pirates arrived to take over the shift, and Thoth, covered in sweat, put away his iron sword.

Back in a narrow room on the second basement level of the ship, where there were originally six people in hammocks, only Toth remained.

A light screen panel appeared before him, and Thoth looked at the swordsmanship proficiency level, which indicated a nascent understanding of the art:

[5/100]

005. Opportunity!