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

A figure limped out from the shadows, and it turned out to be the manager of the tavern in the daytime.

"Why are you here too, little brat?"

"What's going on lately? Why are there so many of them one after another?"

"Did you get the news that the island was going to sink so you planned to run away early?"

The old pirate teased, obviously very familiar with the tavern owner.

"Hahaha! Old Cigarette Butt, don't worry, Gaya Island won't sink."

"Humph! Your opinion on whether it sinks or not doesn't count, right?"

"And even if it doesn't sink, it might be swept up into the sky by the ocean currents one day."

[I don't think those ocean currents are that powerful...]

Forhaier complained in his heart.

The waters near Gaya Island, because it is located in a submarine volcanic belt, often have huge ocean currents that rush straight into the sky due to geothermal effects.

Locals generally call this current "Sky-high Current".

If ships sailing on the sea encounter this kind of current, they will basically be torn into pieces by the huge impact force, so the people on the island usually calculate the day to avoid it when sailing.

Of course, there is another legend in the town...

"Boss, do you two know each other?"

Looking at the tavern owner and the old pirate chatting familiarly, Fryhail couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I know him. Who on the island doesn't know this old cigarette butt?"

The tavern owner pointed at the old pirate who was puffing on his pipe and said.

This is true. Almost all the pirates on the island who decided to stay here know this skinny old man who has been watching the ship here since who knows when.

"What are you talking about, little brat? You caused quite a stir when you first arrived on the island."

"A pirate with a fifty million bounty suddenly arrives on such a remote island, constantly talking about finding the legendary Sky Island..."

"The storm you caused back then was no less severe than an underwater volcanic eruption."

A bounty of 50 million berries was basically the pinnacle of pirates in the Four Seas and the first half of the Grand Line in this era.

As long as you don't go to the New World, you're basically walking sideways on the sea, and even the navy will have to detour if they see you.

"Haha~ Those were things from our youth, why are you still talking about them?"

"I'm just an ordinary tavern owner now."

"Yes. If it weren't for what happened that year, you..."

The old pirate's words were filled with regret for something that happened twenty years ago.

And Fryhail, who had been listening to the conversation between the two, was already stunned.

He didn't expect that this ordinary middle-aged tavern owner he knew had such a great background.

Fifty million Baileys! That's ten times his own bounty!

No wonder the other party could open the largest tavern in a lawless place like Magic Valley Town.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

"Old Cigarette Butt, I came here this time to take out my boat."

"Huh? You've already wasted so much time here, why are you suddenly planning to go out to sea again?"

The old pirate's gaze switched back and forth between the two people opposite him, as if trying to figure out something.

"It's not that I want to go out to sea, but..."

The tavern owner said this, looking up at the sky.

The night sky was bright and sparsely populated, and it seemed as if one could see all the way to the end of the dome.

"I want to try one last time. Entrust my ship, my last companion, to someone who can take him to the future."

"Huh~~~Is that so..."

Upon hearing this, the old pirate took a deep puff of the pipe in his hand, with a hint of regret and pity in his tone that was difficult to conceal.

"I see, you've been waiting for that person?"

"But it's too late. Your former ship, the Wings of Liberi, can no longer sail."

"Its mast and keel are so badly rotted that they would break in even the slightest wind and waves."

The old pirate looked at the largest and also the most dilapidated ship in the bay.

The hull, covered with scars and patches, still vaguely shows the original feather-like exterior.

The deck was in tatters and covered with holes of all sizes.

The eagle originally carved on the bow has now been broken, leaving only half of its body.

At first glance, the only thing that seemed intact on the entire ship was the specially made wing-shaped guard plate on the side.

These damages were not caused by natural decay. The ship had already suffered quite serious impact damage before being abandoned here!

"Then..."

"Me! My ship! My keel and mast are sound!"

Before the tavern owner could say anything, Fryhail hurriedly spoke first, as if if he was any slower he would miss something that could never be found again.

"Using my ship as a skeleton and adding the materials available on your ship, I can definitely piece together a complete ship!"

"Um……"

The tavern owner neither agreed nor disagreed when he heard this. Instead, the old pirate spoke first.

"The only thing he can use on this ship is the side of the ship. It's not enough to build a complete hull."

"That--"

Before Fryhail could say anything else, he heard another voice coming from the dense forest behind him.

"If that's not enough, add my boat!"

The person who came was also a familiar face. He was the middle-aged pirate who asked Osi questions during the day.

After him, another voice came.

"And mine!"

"My boat can be dismantled, too."

"Please be sure to take my boat with you."

……

One sound after another rang out in this quiet little bay.

The pirates who had witnessed Ossi's bold words in the tavern during the day gathered at the place where their dreams were buried that night.

"you……"

Fryhail stared blankly at these faces, some familiar and some unfamiliar.

"You can't abandon us. I also want to see if the legendary Sky Island actually exists."

"That's right, it's really despicable for a person to sneak around like that!"

"I heard that the brat is a big shot from the New World. I want to give it one last try."

……

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?"

Fryhail nodded.