"It's snowing."
A chilling snowflake drifted down onto his nose. He looked up at the white flakes floating through the sky like goose feathers.
Roy reached out and caught one of the white snowflakes falling from the sky on his finger.
The weather in the East Blue was clearly divided across most seas, with four distinct seasons. Yet for such heavy snow to fall in this sea at this time was obviously abnormal.
More and more feather-like flakes drifted down from the sky, growing larger and larger.
What had begun as scattered flurries had turned into a vast expanse of white before their eyes, as though only an instant had passed.
Waves rolled and crashed against the ship.
Standing on the deck at the bow, they could vaguely see fragments of ice formed where the snowflakes met the seawater.
"Looks like the rising sea level has already affected the weather in this region. Going by the usual climate, this sea wouldn't see snow for at least another two months."
Roy murmured with little expression on his face, but Garp, standing beside him, looked increasingly grave.
Garp knew what Roy was trying to say, and he also understood what Roy wanted.
Over the past half month of traveling and spending time with Roy,
Garp had witnessed what Roy had done throughout the various seas of the East Blue, as well as the fact that this ocean was changing beyond recognition.
Originally, Garp still held fairly optimistic expectations for the entire sea. But after Roy took him to see several sharply contrasting regions and islands,
the bloody reality shattered the last trace of luck in Garp's heart.
This sea was indeed on the brink of disaster. The sea level was constantly rising, and the string of dangers it brought—drastic weather changes, islands