Sailing: I Open Treasure Chests in the Pirate World

That's okay.

"Forget it, let's not talk about that mad god anymore. Where was I?"

Ian waved his hand, skipping over the topic of Nika the Sun God.

"Yes, I remember now—"

“I wasn’t planning on recruiting you, Robin, but…”

To be entrusted by others is to be loyal to others.

Ian recalled Robin's sharp comments about the sun god Nika, so he took those words back and changed his tone.

"But what's done is done."

As soon as these words came out.

Robin was instantly speechless.

Why are you making it sound like she's unwanted...?

"Ahem, what I mean is..."

Ian pointed to the ancient historical text in front of him.

"Since it's a recruitment, a certain 'gift' is needed."

Are you satisfied with this belated 'gift'?

"Is this... a gift?"

Robin looked at Ian in surprise.

Seeing her surprised expression, the latter immediately realized what was going on.

"Do you think I brought you here so you could help me decipher the inscriptions on this ancient historical text?"

Although a little embarrassed, Robin nodded slightly.

That's exactly what she was thinking.

However, it now seems that Ian may have more ancient knowledge than she does!

In this situation, why would the other party possibly want her to decipher ancient scripts?

Ian rolled his eyes when he saw Robin nodding.

"You don't actually think I'm like Crocodile, a spineless guy who relies entirely on external forces, do you?"

Ian couldn't help but question it.

But in the next second, his expression changed.

"That's right! That's exactly who I am!"

The Ring of Magic Control is in hand.

It almost filled an entire hand.

Ian simply couldn't bring himself to say, "My strength comes entirely from hard work."

Robin was speechless.

"Forehead……"

"However, as I just said..."

Ian looked at the ancient historical text in front of him.

"The text recorded on this ancient historical text is my 'recruitment gift' to you."

"I knew what was recorded on it even before you did."

Robin stared at Ian without saying a word.

If deciphering ancient texts were really that easy, then—

"This records the exact location of the ancient weapon [Poseidon], well, that doesn't seem quite accurate."

Ian said softly.

"It should be said to be the 'approximate location'. [Poseidon] is on the Fishman Island beneath the Red Line."

That's right! That's it!

Robin was taken aback, her eyes suddenly becoming more eager as she impatiently pressed for an answer.

"Boss! You can read ancient texts too!?"

Are there other archaeologists on the high seas who know the secrets of antiquity?

She... wasn't alone?

"No, I don't understand."

Ian shook his head, dispelling Robin's fantasy.

"But I do know quite a few secrets."

Before Robin could respond, Ian suddenly pointed to the bottom of the ancient history text.

"For example, that line of text."

Robin looked over at the sound.

She immediately noticed the ancient text on gold located below and to the side of the main text of the ancient history.

She had just missed these words!

Robin immediately began reading and translating the few lines of ancient text.

Ian spoke at the same time.

"I have come to this place."

"Take this article to the ends of the earth."

Gol D. Roger, the Pirate

Exactly!

Robin looked at Ian with considerable excitement.

"Boss! You still say you don't know ancient characters!"

"I really can't understand these ancient characters."

Ian explained helplessly.

"I just happened to find out what they meant."

After Ian finished explaining, he looked at Robin, and clearly read this message on the archaeologist's face—

"Okay, go on, I'm listening."

Robin looked like an iron-faced judge who listened attentively to the prisoner's statement and then decisively sentenced the prisoner to death.

Can't you just listen to what I'm saying?

“I (bjff) am listening, I am listening.”

"You...forget it."

Ian did not want to engage in further verbal sparring.

"In short, I brought you here because I thought this ancient historical text would suit your taste."

"If judged by the standards of a 'gift,' its quality and significance should be sufficient."

"So, Nicole Robin, do you like this 'gift'?"

"Boss, I really like it."

"So what should you call me now?"

"Boss? Or... captain?"

"I just love talking to smart people!"

Ian clapped his hands and laughed.

"Miss Pirate, let's go enjoy the feast on the Sky Island!"

Before the appearance of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon.

Robin spoke very quickly.

"Captain, are you sure you don't need me to help you translate the message on this ancient historical text?"

"What do you want to translate? Let me translate it for you."

With a casual wave of his hand, Ian sent the Blue-Eyed White Dragon soaring into the sky.

"The so-called ancient weapon is [Poseidon], the mermaid princess who appears only once every few hundred years on Fishman Island."

"The name of this generation's Poseidon is Shirahoshi, he is 10 years old, lives in the Hard Shell Tower of the Ryugu Kingdom on Fishman Island, and is unmarried... uh."

Ian's revelations came to an abrupt end.

Robin fell silent.

At that moment, she suddenly began to believe Ian's claim that he couldn't understand ancient writing.

Because the information the other party was providing about [Poseidon] was so detailed it was outrageous!

Even the information recorded in ancient historical texts is not as accurate as what Ian is saying now.

After an awkward silence.

Robin spoke in a low, somber tone.

"10 years old……"

"I did not mean that."

"unmarried……"

"I'm sorry, I was too rash."

"10 years old……"

"What can I do to make you keep this a secret?"

"Make me a cute little one!"

"...Its name is Godzilla, but from now on, it'll be called Little Cutie!"

The Blue-Eyes White Dragon carried Ian and Robin to the vicinity of the original temple ruins.

The Shandian warriors who had previously returned to Kumogakure had now brought all their possessions to God Island.

Some people are building new homes;

Some people are clearing the temple ruins;

Some people are preparing food for the banquet.

All the Shandians looked full of energy and worked with great enthusiasm.

"These are the Sky Island people?"

“They are Shandians. If you want to know more details, you can go and ask them directly.”

Ian piloted the Blue-Eyes White Dragon to land.

"The Shandians are now under my command, and they won't refuse your question."

"How did you do that, Captain?"

"To put it simply, I killed the previous god who ruled the Sky Island."

Ian's arrival was like a spark thrown into a boiling oil pan.

The already lively atmosphere around the temple suddenly became even more chaotic.

The Shandians, both warriors and civilians, all looked at Ian with utmost respect and admiration.

Preparations for the banquet were accelerated further.