Pirates: It's not a mythical beast, it's a phantom god

Ossi couldn't help but take a bite out of curiosity.

"Crack!"

"Yuck! It tastes so bad!"

"And why aren't the cherries pitted? I'm about to lose my teeth from them."

Having said that, Ossi still chewed the cherry and the pit together like chewing peanuts and swallowed it, then rinsed his mouth with the cherry juice next to it.

"Hmm? This cherry juice isn't bad~"

Ossie muttered vaguely.

"Next……"

Chapter 118 Cemetery

Finally, after defeating twenty-one people in a row and winning twenty thousand berries, no one in the tavern dared to challenge Ossi anymore.

Even though Osi intentionally let the water flow in the last few games and acted like he was exhausted, he still failed to catch any fools.

And the information about Sky Island is also...

These people clearly know something, but they just hesitate and refuse to say it.

So much so that even when she finally used her soul gaze, they still refused to let go, as if they would lose something important if they told them.

There was no other way, so Osi could only pay a few coins, pay the bill and leave.

……

"How's it going? Did you find out anything?"

At night, inside the cabin, the members of the Beasts Pirates gathered around a table and began to organize the information they had collected during the day.

"I didn't get much. As soon as I mentioned 'Sky Island', the people in town looked at me like I was an idiot."

Ou Bei said helplessly. She was obviously in a bad mood after being looked down upon all day. In fact, she couldn't help but beat up several flowery pirates during the day.

"Me too." Wright raised his glasses.

"The old people in this town either keep silent about the Sky Island or insist that it doesn't exist."

"Um……"

Jhin crossed his arms and said nothing.

Because of his special identity, he still did not leave the cabin today.

"Ossie, what about you?"

"It's the same for me. Even though those guys have their own ideas, they're all so quiet, refusing to say a single word."

Ossie now had a bunch of cherries in his mouth and was trying to tie a knot in the stems with his tongue.

This town seems to be particularly suitable for growing cherries due to its climate, and the cherries sold at the market are big and sweet.

“Ah~ Success.”

With a slight bite of his silver teeth, Osi took out the cherry handle tied into a bow on the tip of his tongue, and then threw the remaining cherries into his mouth.

“reoreoreoreo~”

Jin rolled his eyes at the other party's antics, but continued to order helplessly:

"Let's go back to the town tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. If we really can't gather any useful information, we'll try the method in the log."

……

You ask why not just try the method in the logbook from the beginning, but instead go to some faraway town to ask around?

In fact, the logbook that Wright picked up did contain a description of how to reach the Golden Country, but it was also quite vague.

The fleet to which the owner of the log belonged was not a specially formed expedition team to search for treasure. It was actually a complete accident that they arrived at the legendary "Shandora".

So what was recorded in the log was not a specific and reliable method at all, but merely the process of them being drawn into "Xiangdora".

[Near Gaya Island, a huge ocean current swept me up into the sky, and I saw an island floating in the sky.]

This is all the description in the log on how to get to Sky Island.

How close is the so-called "near"? How many nautical miles? In which direction?

What are giant ocean currents? How big are they? Do they occur only once, or do they occur periodically?

Ok?

There are no answers to these questions!

Respond to me, Mr. Magical Diary! Why are you just watching?

"Well, that's all I can do."

Light closed the magic in front of him...Ah no, the logbook sighed helplessly.

……

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Having lost all his money and only having one thousand Baileys left, Fryhail returned to his leaky home and sat down on the floor.

All the stools, tables and even beds in the house had been moved away to pay for his medical expenses some time ago.

Since the other party can open a clinic in the pirate-ridden Magic Valley Town, he is not afraid that you will not pay.

They have plenty of strength and means.

So almost everything of value in Fryhail's house, except the walls and the roof, was taken away and sold in exchange for a few rolls of supreme bandages.

Fortunately, the other party did not do anything too extreme, and the thing that helped him make a living, that is, the big iron chain wrapped around his arm, was not taken away.

Maybe it's because this thing is not worth much money.

After guzzling a few gulps of cold water from his broken ceramic bowl, Fulaihaier recalled how he had set sail from his home in the East China Sea with great ambition, overcoming all obstacles along the way to earn the name "Earthbinder," and then heading straight into the Grand Line...

Thinking about the money he still owed the tavern owner for the drinks and the two coins today, Fryhail slapped the floor and got up again.

Now he has almost nothing left: dreams, friends, treasures, future...

What's left is just a walking corpse who lives in a daze and only knows how to live mechanically every day.

Leaving the creaking door behind, he staggered and somehow came to a remote bay on the east side of the island.

……

"Huh? Fryhair, why are you here?"

"I'm full, come over here for a stroll."

After shaking the cold water in his stomach, Fryhail said to the old pirate who asked the question.

"You've come here for a stroll? I think you want to go out to sea again?"

The old pirate sneered, tapped his pipe, and turned away.

As the 'gravekeeper' of this place, he has seen too many people like Fryhail.

He had clearly decided to rot on the island, but one day he seemed to perk up again after receiving a little stimulation.

He would not laugh or say anything. After all, as long as these people saw the "corpses" of their "companions" abandoned here, they would obediently accept their fate.

"That's not the case~"

Fulaihair laughed dryly, and his eyes fell on the bay behind the old man, as if looking for something.

In his sight, countless large and small ships were floating crowded in the bay.

These pirate ships are big and small, new and old, but without exception they give people a lifeless feeling.

It's like a coffin abandoned on the sea!!!

This is the grave of ships and the grave of dreams.

"Over there, the one on the far left, at the back."

"I told you I have no intention of going to sea again."

Having said that, Fryhail's eyes couldn't help but look towards the left corner of the bay.

There, a shabby pirate ship that looked like it would disintegrate at any second was floating on the sea, swaying.

The deck was covered in dust and corrosion, and gray-green moss had grown in the cracks in the wood.

One side of the rope binding the canvas had fallen off, and the remaining half of the sail hung down like a rag, with the skull pattern on it having long since become blurred.

"I guess the only intact parts of this ship are the keel and the main mast."

The old pirate said casually.

For a ship, this is almost like just a skeleton left, submerged in the sea, waiting to rot quietly one day...

"Is it……"

Looking at his former partner's current state, Fulaihaier felt a little blocked in his heart, and the spark that had just been ignited seemed to be extinguished by reality again.

[Eh… forget it.]

He slowly turned and left under the old pirate's gaze of "as expected".

"By the way, what happened to you guys today? Why are you all coming over here one after another?"

"Eh?"

After taking a few steps, Fryhail suddenly stopped.

"Has anyone else been here?"

"Of course, including you, there are probably nearly twenty of us. This place has never been so busy."

"Then they..."

"Just like you, I took one look and left."

"Really? Is that so..."

Chapter 119 Even if I search the whole sky

"OK! Guys! Here I come again!"

"I missed you so much after not seeing you for a night~"

The next morning, Ossi kicked open the door of the tavern he had been to yesterday as usual.

"Boss, cut half a pound of beef and warm a bowl of cherry juice."

Ossi jumped onto the stool and, as always, laid out a few large coins in a cool and casual manner.

Many customers in the pub felt that the 500-yuan coins looked familiar, and guessed that they were the ones they lost yesterday.

"No beef."

The boss still didn't look up, took one of the coins and handed over two glasses of cherry juice.

"Hurry up and say hello~"

Ossi didn't make any more arguments. He collected the returned money and turned to look at the other people in the tavern.

"How's it going? Are there any brave men who dare to challenge me today?"

"There are 50,000 Baileys~"

A stack of banknotes was placed on the table, but no one came forward.

Although money is tempting, Osi's tough performance yesterday still made people afraid to step forward.

Gambling is one thing, but throwing money away is another.

Even the craziest gambler would not have the slightest interest in a bet that he is bound to lose.

Looking around and seeing that no one had signed up yet, Osi simply raised the stakes.

"Today's registration fee is only 500 yuan, and there are special discounts~"

"Discount? What discount?"