About that question.
Maud couldn't answer right away.
At first, his thoughts had been simple: become stronger as quickly as possible, then gain the capital to establish himself.
He knew very well.
In this world where the strong preyed on the weak, if he didn't want to become meat on someone else's chopping block, he had to become stronger than everyone else.
Could such a goal be considered a dream?
Maud didn't know, but he suddenly thought of a saying.
If you wanted to live, you had to eat.
Since he had to eat, he had to eat well.
How could he accomplish that?
By becoming strong enough to do whatever he wanted.
Maud pondered for a while. He shifted his gaze from Sunny's profile to the star-filled sky and said with a smile, "Does doing whatever you want count as a dream?"
Sunny thought about it, then nodded. "It does. I remember Saul saying something similar."
"What did he say?"
"If you can't do whatever you want, then what's the point of going to sea?"
"That really doesn't sound like something he would say."
"Yeah. Maybe he heard it somewhere."
"Haha."
The two chatted idly.
Beli lay nearby, sleeping so soundly that drool had pooled all over the ground.
Lafitte still sat on a rock, quietly drinking the goat milk wine Jaya had brewed.
However, every so often, he would glance toward Maud, as if he were eavesdropping.
Jaya sat beside the campfire. Though she remained silent, she could clearly hear Maud and Sunny's conversation.
"Pirates..."
Jaya muttered inwardly.
Ever since she had become old enough to understand things, every pirate she had seen had been a bastard who wanted to come to Mongmong Island to burn, kill, and loot.
Even the pirates she had learned about through the