Water Seven.
It was an island shaped like a fountain.
Because it had the finest shipwrights in the world, it was renowned throughout the Pirate World.
After sailing for some time, Roy and the others finally arrived at Water Seven's port.
He looked up at the wondrous sight rising from the sea.
After stretching lazily, Roy waved goodbye to Bruno.
He walked through this aquatic city with its remarkably intricate canals.
As Roy ate the local specialty, water-water meat, he calculated whether he could extort five merchant ships from the Galley-La Company.
Having recently acquired several resource islands, Roy and Spandam currently lacked the means of transport for smuggling.
Roy had come to Water Seven partly for ships, but he had no intention of paying for them.
After all, Roy knew Iceburg's weakness all too well.
Though outsiders called him Iceberg, he was actually quite a gentle man.
And how could he make this gentle man willingly hand over five merchant ships?
Roy glanced at the advertisement for Franky's Dismantling House posted on a street corner.
After pinpointing the location.
"Echo Map."
Sound waves inaudible to ordinary people spread out in all directions from Roy.
Once the terrain and human silhouettes reflected by every sound had gathered in Roy's mind.
After searching for a while.
He soon found him about five kilometers away from Roy.
A pervert wearing nothing but briefs and a Hawaiian shirt appeared in Roy's sight.
"Found them—my five merchant ships."
After finding Franky, Roy did not immediately go to capture him.
He continued eating Water Seven's local delicacies.
Before long.
Roy arrived outside an exceptionally grand and luxurious building.
The towering building made every passerby stop and stare.
And everyone who emerged from the grand building received envious looks from the surrounding crowd.
For no other reason than the sign hanging above the building: Galley-La Company.
Roy stuffed the last chunk of meat into his mouth.
He stepped into a corner and, with a bang, transformed into drifting mist.
Although the Galley-La Company's defenses were extremely tight, they might as well not have existed for Roy after he turned into clouds.
Following the location mapped by Echo Map, Roy soon reached Iceburg's office.
He looked at the room covered in blueprints.
Roy casually tore off a blank sheet of paper, wrote an extortion letter, and placed it between the photograph of Tom and his apprentices.
After finishing all that.
Roy scanned the area with Echo Map and, somewhat disappointed to find that the Pluton blueprints were not here, turned and left in full Elementalization.
Aside from the extortion letter and Franky, all the other preparations had been made.
When Roy arrived at the King of Shipping's port in Water Seven and accepted a frozen crate several times larger than his body.
"The gift is ready. Now all that's left is Franky, the bait to lure Iceburg in."
Carrying the massive crate on one shoulder, Roy headed straight toward Franky House amid the astonished stares of the surrounding crowd.
Bang!
Brilliant fireworks lit up a corner of Water Seven.
"Boys, everyone's worked hard lately. We made a huge profit again this time! Tonight, don't hold back—it's on me! Let's get wild!"
Wearing swimming briefs, Franky raised his glass and shouted at his underlings around the bonfire.
"Oh, long live the boss! Let's get wild, get wild!"
A group of flamboyantly dressed underlings showed off their talents to liven up the mood, while Franky began transforming in the middle of the bonfire, drawing screams.
Unrestrained revelry was the theme of Franky House.
"Looks like this is the place. I didn't take a wrong turn."
Roy looked at the horn-shaped building and the crowd holding a party on the lawn in front of it.
Carrying a large iron box, Roy arrived before Franky House.
"Hey, kid, who are you? This is private property. We don't welcome outsiders."
With the crate on his shoulder, Roy did not look like someone easy to get along with.
So the moment he approached, he naturally drew the attention of many people on the edge of the party.
Roy clearly did not take the warning from Franky House's members seriously.
He looked at the scantily clad man drinking and dancing in the center of the stage.
"Of course I know this is private property. But I have business to discuss with your boss, so could you please quiet down?"
"Sea of White Clouds!"
The moment he spoke, the entire Franky House was instantly shrouded in clouds and mist centered on Roy.
"Huh? What's going on? Where did all this fog come from?"
"Hey, Egghead, stop stepping on my foot!"
"Wait, what is this cloud mist? Why can't I breathe?"
All kinds of voices shouted from within the dense white clouds.
Once the moisture in the air reached a certain level, it was not much different from water.
Roy did not make things too difficult for the people of Franky House.
Cough, cough, cough!
A sea breeze thinned the white clouds, and the people choked by them were now coughing miserably.
"Huh, where's the boss? Where did the boss go? Did any of you see him?"
Zanbai, the first to recover, instinctively began searching for his boss.
When he looked around and failed to find Franky.
"Huh!"
The crowd, who had only just recovered from their discomfort, immediately turned pale with shock.
"Could the boss have been kidnapped?"
Just as Franky House descended into chaos, the man Iceburg had sent happened to witness the scene.
He immediately used a Den Den Mushi to contact Iceburg.
Snap!
The sound of a pencil breaking came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi.
Meanwhile, Roy carried a giant iron box in one hand and dragged a pervert wearing nothing but briefs with the other as he headed toward his destination: the abandoned junkyard where Tom had once been exiled.
"Ugh!"
Rubbing the back of his head, which throbbed with pain.
Franky slowly regained consciousness.
"Oh, you're awake? As expected of a ruthless guy who modified his entire body. Looks like your recovery ability is pretty strong too!"
As Franky rubbed his head, the unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded beside his ear. His entire body immediately shifted into an attacking form.
"I'd advise you to put down your weapons. I'm sure you don't want to fall asleep again."
Enduring the intense pain in the back of his head, Franky finally got a clear look at the face behind that unfamiliar voice.
A black-haired man who looked to be twenty-three or twenty-four sat nearby, smoking.
"Who... who are you? Why did you bring me here?"
The sound of bullets being chambered came from Franky's arm.
"Oh, he's finally here? Looks like Senior Brother really is unwilling to give up on Junior Brother!"
Following Roy's gaze, Franky's expression immediately darkened.
"Iceburg."
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