What Pirates Are

The carriage slowly drove along the road into the village.

A lively and bustling scene instantly appeared before Sirius.

"Let go of me! Do you want to rebel against the Morgan Pirates?"

A man holding a gun was using it to drag the leg of a boy who had fallen to the ground.

It was indeed a boy. Sirius guessed the boy was a little younger than himself. He was filthy, especially around his eyes, because tears had blurred the grime.

The boy lay on the ground, struggling, while several smaller children cried and grabbed his hands, arms, and shoulders, trying to pull him back.

Children's cries are always shrill, and when several children cry together, the cacophony is enough to make any self-proclaimed calm person frown.

The man with the gun was even more enraged. Although one child was weak, the combined strength of so many children was too much for him to handle.

"Damn brats!! Do you want to die?"

He pointed the gun at the sky and pulled the trigger.

Snap!

The loud gunshot silenced the entire village for a moment.

But it was only for a moment, and then the cries of the chorus of children continued to echo.

The entire village was plunged into wailing; no matter which direction Sirius looked, all he could see was wailing.

The little boy who was dragged along is not an isolated case.

Boys of the same age, slightly older teenagers, or elderly people with white hair were all being ruthlessly pulled, dragged, and kicked forward.

No one dared to resist; all they could do was cry.

The man's gunshot had no effect whatsoever; the little boy clung tightly to his younger siblings, refusing to let go.

"Fine, fine, you brat! You're trying to force me, aren't you?"

Exhausted and panting, the man couldn't drag the little boy away. He simply let go, then held the gun in both hands, pointed the muzzle at the boy on the ground, and grinned maliciously.

"That's perfect, I'll lend you out and let those other bastards see what happens when they rebel against us!"

His hand was already on the trigger.

"No! No, please--"

A little girl who was holding onto the little boy's hand stood up, spread her arms, and blocked the boy's path. "Uncle Andrew, please let go of my brother!"

"Who's your uncle!"

The man remained unmoved and said coldly, "Since he doesn't want to leave, then he should never leave!"

"But Dad went, Grandpa went, Mother went, even Grandma went, and none of them came back."

The little girl's small body trembled, and her voice trembled as she said, "We... we only have our brother left."

"What does this have to do with me? Who can I blame for my own incompetence?"

The man sneered, "You want to block it? Then let me see if you can stop a bullet!"

"No! I'll go with you, I'll go with you! Don't hurt her, don't hurt my sister!"

The boy, who had been desperately trying to shrink back, suddenly jumped up and hugged his sister tightly. With his back to the man's gun, he cried out loudly.

"Kid, now you know how to behave? Too late! I'll use you as a warning to others!"

The man raised his gun, pointing it at the boy's back, his face contorted in a cold smile. In that instant, he suddenly felt a thrill of controlling life. "Thank me, for giving your worthless life some meaning!"

"Is this how you recruit miners?"

Sirius leaned out of the carriage, looked at the scene not far away, and asked calmly.

"Heh heh, Lord Sirius, you know how terrible the New World is,"

The pirate driving the vehicle chuckled and said, "We don't know how much longer we can occupy this place, so of course we have to hurry. We'll dig as much as we can, don't you think?"

"No wonder the port is so lively."

Sirius sighed softly, "He really is a true pirate."

"Lord Sirius, why are you sighing?" the pirate asked, puzzled.

"I'm sighing for myself."

"Our well-laid plans are about to be ruined," Sirius.

Bang!

The carriage exploded open in the next instant, and a dark figure flashed out.

Almost simultaneously, the man pulled the trigger.

The gunpowder was ignited instantly, causing an explosion that launched the lead bullet.

In just a split second, the lead bullet would pierce the boy's back, perhaps even through his body, and then kill the sister he was protecting in his arms as well.

But.

Smack

As the bullet hurtled towards them, a small, pale hand reached out and caught it.

"What?"

The man stared in disbelief at the white-haired girl who seemed to have teleported to him. "She... she actually caught the bullet?"

"Thunder Bagua!"

The man had no time to think anymore; the black iron rod came hurtling through the air, whistling as it struck his chest.

His bones shattered instantly, his body was folded in half, and his head and thighs collided, almost breaking him in two.

Then, he flew away.

Like a cannonball, it flew into the sky with a gust of wind, streaking across a hundred meters of air before finally landing deep in the village.

"Sirius!"

Yamato, brandishing his Spiked Club, shouted without turning his head, "I'm so angry!"

"Sir, Lord Sirius?"

The pirate driving the car turned deathly pale. He couldn't believe that the white-haired girl possessed such power. "She... what is she?"

Sirius stepped out of the carriage, sat down next to the pirate, put his hand on his shoulder, and said, "You heard it too, she's very angry."

The pirate looked completely bewildered.

"What's quite coincidental is that I'm also very angry,"

Sirius patted him on the shoulder. "So, hurry up and call your captain."

"Who are you! How dare you hurt our people!"

Yamato's actions caused quite a stir, drawing the attention of everyone who was trying to capture her. They all gathered around her, wondering, "Is she planning to make an enemy of the Morgan Pirates?"

There were quite a few people, about fifty or sixty in total.

Each of them carried a gun and a sword, their eyes fixed on the enemy.

Unfortunately, their opponent was Yamato.

She looked up. "You guys, every single one of you, is so annoying!"

An invisible wind howled out, blowing through everyone's hair.

Then, all the fierce-looking people collapsed to the ground, their eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth.

"..."

The pirate driving the car was trembling as he dialed the Den Den Mushi after witnessing the scene, but fortunately, Sirius's hand on his shoulder gave him the strength to finally make the call in one go.

The call was answered quickly.

"What is it?" A familiar, deep male voice asked.

Sirius took the Den Den Mushi. "This is Sirius. I'm in a bad mood right now."

"What?"

"So the deal is off. Gather all the forces you can, and I'll come and chop off your head right away."

Then Sirius hung up the phone without saying another word.

Now that we have a general understanding of the situation, we can decide what methods to use to seize the island.

As expected, wars between pirates don't need so many twists and turns.

"Thanks."

He returned the Den Den Mushi to the pirate in the car and thanked him.

"No, no, you're welcome." The pirate gave Sirius a pale smile, his voice trembling.

Sirius smiled at him and casually ushered him into the carriage.

After rolling around, the pirate raised his head and met two faces that seemed to be smiling but weren't.

"Jack, spare his life; we need him to lead the way."

Sirius got out of the car and walked to Yamato's side. "So that's what Teacher King meant. Most pirates are like that."

What does Teacher King mean is, after witnessing the true nature of pirates, will the two of them still harbor the idea of setting sail?

"Yeah, they're all annoying guys!"

Yamato nodded, slung the Spiked Club back over his shoulder, and said seriously, "I'll beat every single one of these guys to a pulp when I see them!"

Sirius was speechless.

Then I couldn't help but shake my head.

Teacher King is really overthinking it. How could that idiot possibly think of so many things?

The reasoning is very simple.

Dreams aren't about being a great hero, or having any grand ambitions for the world. Just mind your own business; what others do is none of your concern and you can't control that much.

However, of course, if it's something that bothers you or makes you unhappy, then the situation is different.

I'm really annoyed right now.

Sirius glanced at the children huddled together, trembling, then turned and shouted loudly without looking back.

"Let's go, Yamato. The plan has changed. Now, we'll take care of the entire Morgan Pirates and then smash Morgan's head in."

"Huh? Is that person a dog? Devil Fruit User? A Dog-Dog Devil Fruit User?"

"... Is that how you understand it?"