After happily and heartily finishing a feast of grilled fish, everyone returned to their rooms aboard the Mingyue to rest.
There was naturally no need to camp out. The Mingyue was right beside them—when they could enjoy comfort, who would willingly suffer?
The next morning, after their usual training and breakfast, Carlos gathered everyone and prepared to venture deeper into Primordial Island to properly experience its ancient scenery.
Just as everyone was about to set off, Susanna, the navigator, timidly raised the issue of guarding the ship. Under normal circumstances, someone was always left behind to watch over a pirate ship.
After all, a pirate ship was the foundation of a pirate crew. Nothing could happen to it.
Carlos thought for a moment, then smiled. "Don't worry about the ship. This is Primordial Island, with barely any people around. Nothing much should happen."
"If you're still worried, I have a solution. One of you, go catch an animal nearby. Any animal will do, but don't hit it too hard."
"I'll go." O'Neal stepped forward eagerly.
"Alright, you go." Carlos nodded.
Roar!
O'Neal turned and left. Within a few strides, he transformed into a mighty male lion, his mane streaming as he raced magnificently into the forest. Before long, Carlos and the others faintly heard the sounds of battle. Soon afterward, O'Neal returned with a white-furred saber-toothed tiger much larger than himself clamped in his jaws.
It was like a cat carrying a tiger in its mouth—both shocking and somewhat comical.
An ordinary male lion naturally would not have been a match for a prehistoric saber-toothed tiger. Their sizes differed by several orders of magnitude. But O'Neal was a human who had eaten a Devil Fruit, and the power of a Devil Fruit was extraordinary. Strength could not be judged by