After several days docked, the Merry finally set sail again. Beneath the cloudless blue sky, a small ship sailed across the calm sea.
After they left the waters of Alabasta, the hot, dry air finally grew humid.
They had only spent a few days at the coast of St. Din Island, but the Merry had already been covered in a thick layer of sand and gravel.
Thanks to the tireless efforts of Lina's ghost, the Merry had now been completely restored. The deck gleamed with a fresh coat of oil, clean enough to reflect the light.
But that didn't seem to improve anyone's mood. They were all slumped over the second-floor railing, heads bowed, their faces long and their energy gone.
"What's with all of you?" Zoro sat beneath the mast on deck and shouted at them with an impatient look. "If you're really that reluctant to let her go, why didn't you just drag her onto the ship before?"
"What kind of thing is that to say!"
Their spirits were already low, and they had nowhere to vent their sorrow. At his words, they all looked at Zoro with disdain and sneered:
"Barbarian!"
"What a jerk."
"Green Algae Head!"
"Green loincloth."
"Three Sword Style."
"Wait, Luffy." Usopp looked at Luffy strangely. What was that supposed to mean? He couldn't help reminding him, "Three Sword Style isn't an insult, Luffy."
"Four Sword Style."
"Four Sword Style isn't an insult either!" Usopp shouted in exasperation. "You could call him a directionally challenged idiot, for example!"
"You two blond bastards looking for a fight?"
Zoro's face darkened. He turned his glare on Lina and Sanji, bared his teeth, and drew his sword, ready to charge.
He hadn't said anything wrong. What else could they do about it? They hadn't forced her to