On the azure sea, a modest-sized white-sailed ship was underway.
Seven or eight sailors aboard were sorting through the gains from this trading voyage.
This was the West Blue, one of the Four Seas. Although its peace and stability could not compare to the West Blue, it was still considered quite tranquil.
This sailing ship was a merchant vessel that traded between islands. Of course, given its size, it could only handle small-scale trade between a few nearby islands.
The profits were nowhere near as high as those earned on ocean-going routes, but the safety factor was greatly improved. The climate in the Four Seas was mild, so there was little need to worry about sea conditions. Moreover, there generally were no pirates between these islands, and trouble was rare.
In the Navigator's cabin, a black-haired girl lay on her bed, studying a sea chart in her hands as she murmured to herself.
"There was no gain here either. I've already traveled all over the West Blue, yet I only found two insignificant historical ruins. It seems that if I truly want to find more Poneglyphs, I still have to go to the Grand Line."
"There's nothing to be done about that," a faint voice said. A hazy, ethereal figure emerged from the ring on the girl's hand.
"Though the Four Seas are far larger than the Grand Line, the essence of the entire world is concentrated in the Grand Line. That route holds a special significance for this world."
"Ring Spirit, can't I go to the Grand Line yet?"
"Although it pains me to say it, Robin, you're still far from ready! Your talent is fairly good, and with my guidance, you've trained diligently enough. But you're still so young, and you've only trained for a few years. At