Those Who Leave Will Return Too

Who should Receipt?

Brook put the violin back in its case.

"Wait for all those who left the Grand Line and promised to return."

Yorki finished speaking, the sound of the anchor chain falling echoed from the Old Ship.

"If someone doesn't return, the children will handle the death confirmation on their behalf; if someone does return, they will take over their identity and flight schedule."

Robin went through the return flight records from fifty years ago.

Many pirate crews disappeared after entering the Grand Line, and their families were only notified of their deaths. Some returned to the Four Blues years later, only to be identified as having unusual identities by the Navy Archives.

"This is an old system for reclaiming the identities of deserters."

Mo'er nodded.

"The Throne doesn't like empty positions. When a captain leaves the crew, a crew member goes missing, or an agreement isn't fulfilled, these vacancies will be filled by someone else."

Is Laboon on the list too?

Crocus asked directly.

Yorki did not answer.

There was also an observation form at the bottom of the ship's doctor's kit.

[Agreed recipient: Laboon]

[Waiting location: Twin Capes ]

[Expected related personnel: Rumbar Pirates]

[Reception method: If a member returns, their identity is confirmed through Laboon.]

[If a member does not return, a replacement will complete the death Receipt.]

Luffy slammed his fist on the table.

"Laboon will not sign."

Chopper corrected him.

"It probably doesn't even know what that is."

"Then it definitely doesn't count."

The Throne Page displays an observation chart from fifty years ago.

Young Laboon waited alone on the surface of the water at Twin Capes, swimming over to identify the flags whenever a ship approached.

This type of action was described as accepting verification.

Crocus looked at the date on the picture.

"During those years, quite a few World Government ships deliberately flew the old flag of the Rumbar Pirates."

Brook asked, "Did Laboon chase after them?"

"It gave chase once, but found you weren't on board; it had damaged the other ship's rudder."

Luffy laughed.

"Here you go."

Nami kept Laboon's observation page separately.

"Recognition is not the same as acceptance, and approaching is not the same as agreeing."

The Unanswered was simply a Black Line around the Receipt column, containing no proactive expression from Laboon.

Lin Qi wrote down the verification results.

[Laboon never received a replacement]

[The act of waiting may not be used to verify the identity of others.]

[The parties involved have the right to refuse substitute performance.]

After the Five-Party Seats were approved, the fifty-year-long observation project was closed.

An invisible connection line above Laboon's head detached from the live stream screen.

Crocus placed his hand on it.

"Alright, no one can use your name to wait for them anymore."

Laboon spouted water towards the sea and then rang at the Den Den Mushi.

Yorki listened for a while.

"Still has such a bad temper."

Brook asked, "What did you do after you saw those children?"

"They smashed the door."

"Did it succeed?"

"Three were released."

"What about the rest?"

"The quarantine ship arrived too quickly, and my crew members are also falling ill, so we have to evacuate first."

What happened to those three children?

"One died of illness, and two were sent to Church on a nearby island; I don't know how long they lived."

The dragon followed the island's location given by Yorki.

The Church was burned down forty-seven years ago, but among the survivors were two children without surnames who grew up to become a doctor and a shipbuilder, respectively.

Their descendants still live in the area.

Yorki only said one sentence.

"Just surviving is enough."

Robin transferred the record to the victim Protection Page.

You will therefore remain in custody.

"They asked me where I had sent the child, but I wouldn't tell them, so they kept him locked up."

"The quarantine report was sealed so that you couldn't leave."

"It's all in the past."

Brook interrupted him.

There is no past.

Yorki kicked the deck again.

Are you the captain or am I the captain?

"Now I am the musician of the Straw Hat Pirates."

"Then we'll do as your captain says."

Luffy closer to the Den Den Mushi.

"Rescue Yorki."

"You're not being polite at all."

"Brook wants to see you, Laboon wants to see you too."

Who said the skeleton wanted to see me?

Brook stared at the screen with an empty eye socket.

"I think."

Yorki was silent again.

Magellan has already ordered new probe Den Den Mushi to be placed along the Maintenance Well.

The Old Ship's hull was damaged in many places, and seawater filled the upper decks. Yorki was located near the bottom, where a small patch of air was still maintained by an old oxygen pump.

"The entrance is blocked by seawater; opening the hatch directly would expel the remaining air."

Jinbe asked, "Can we get in through the bottom of the ship?"

"The bottom of the boat is right next to the base, leaving less than a foot of space."

"Lift the boat up."

Franky squeezed his way to the front from the Straw Hat Pirates's route.

"Since the Old Ship is secured by anchor chains, replace the six chains with slings, Impel Down's foundation as a fulcrum, and raise it by two meters."

Vegapunk glanced at the force diagram.

"Theoretically feasible, but the ship's hull might not be able to withstand it."

Yorki said, "It definitely won't withstand the strain. The starboard side has been repaired three times, and there's a crack in the middle of the keel."

Franky asked, "Who's the person repairing the ship?"

"I."

"That would be even more troublesome."

"What do you mean?"

"You nailed all the patches backwards."

"You can see that even through the picture?"

"The drainage was in the wrong direction; the ship only survived by luck."

The two argued for a few moments across the wire, Vegapunk had already added support points according to Franky's plan.

Before cutting the anchor chain, the forty-eight end-of-life records must also be transferred out.

The old station inside the wall shared the same load-bearing structure as the epidemic ship; if the ship were to be lifted, the recording wall would break first.

Brook looked at the forty-eight names.

"Can you give it to me?"

The Throne immediately provided a hint.

[Complete death records will place a psychological burden on the Receiver]

"Those are my crew members."

Yorki, however, refused.

"Don't give it to him."

"Captain."

"You've carried them on your back for fifty years, stop showing off."

"These sounds left here will be cleaned up."

"Deliver separately."

The Navy received twelve portions, the Revolutionary Army received twelve portions, the Kuja and the Whitebeard Pirates each received eight portions, and the remaining eight portions were delivered to Twin Capes by Buggy's Delivery.

Buggy stared at the allocation page.

"Why is it always me delivering?"

"You have the most delivery routes."

"There is a charge."

Yorki said, "I have half a bottle of wine left in my cabin. I'll give it to you when I find it."

"Make a deal."

Brook did not stop the diversion.

He only made one condition.

"Do not release the final content; first, solicit the opinions of the record itself."

The forty-eight squares are given in sequence for each strike.

Those who agree to the transfer should leave first, while those who do not wish to be overheard by strangers should enter the sealed storage area.

Only the ship's doctor slot remained.

It knocked six times, but still refused to choose a receiving point.

Yorki asked, "Are you still worried I'll come after you for the drinks?"

There were six more knocks from inside the wall.

"The wine's expired, forget it."

The seventh shot finally rang out.

The ship's doctor's records chose Yorki.

An old voice traveled along the pipes into the underwater cabin.

"Captain, I drank that bottle of wine."

Yorki leaned against the pump and wiped his face with his hand.

"I knew it."

"Also, the patient's medication wasn't interrupted; I swapped it for alcohol."

Why didn't you say so sooner?

"I'm afraid you'll scold me."

The record contained only these few sentences, then shrunk to a single closed page and fell into the old iron box at Yorki's feet.

After all forty-eight squares have been moved, the walls begin to separate.

The Jailers of Impel Down cut the first anchor chain.

The Old Ship was lifted up by half a foot.

When the second section was cut open, a row of small holes were exposed at the bottom of the boat.

Mira recognized the rhythm of the hole in the medical room.

"Those are the power holes for the food delivery tracks."

Vegapunk flipped the structure.

Only then did everyone realize that the equipment that had propelled the food carts for the past fifty years was not in Impel Down.

The power lever ran through the cabin where Yorki was located, and every time food was delivered, he needed to step on the pedal in the Old Ship.

Yorki tested the pedal with his foot.

"You don't need to send them anymore, right?"

Mira, clutching a blanket, looked at the screen.

"Every meal I eat, you stepped on it to make it happen?"

"I'm just idling around anyway."

You said the food would come from inside the wall by itself.

"Am I supposed to tell a little girl that there's an old pirate in the ocean who brings her porridge every day?"

Mira turned her face to the side.

The water handed to her by the medical staff was placed on the table, and she only reached out to pick it up after a long while.

The third anchor chain was cut.

The Old Ship was raised by one meter, finally revealing the rescue opening at the bottom of the hull.

Just as the Jailer was preparing to go into the water, Yorki heard the sound of a plank breaking.

The food delivery pedal beneath his feet collapsed.

There are no cabins below.

There was only a black iron box that was placed vertically on the seabed.

The sound of children banging could be heard coming from inside the box.

Yorki looked at the crack.

"Those children I couldn't save back then, they've always been below me."