The second half of the Grand Line.
It was a rare day of fine weather, with the sun shining and a gentle breeze.
The Moby Dick drifted with the waves. On deck, the crew sang, danced, and held a lively banquet.
Marco came out carrying an empty plate, his pineapple-shaped face full of bewilderment. Even after several days, he still couldn't quite accept it. The other party's reaction was simply too far outside the norm.
No matter how you looked at it, she seemed a little unwell in the head.
"Finished eating again?"
Several figures poked their heads around the corner of the ship's railing. They looked at Marco as he approached with the spotless empty plate, their expressions much like his.
"Something's not right!"
"This doesn't feel like it's going the way it should."
"She ought to be making a huge fuss and refusing to give in. How could she just eat and sleep, then sleep and eat, so completely at ease? She's practically treating this place like her own home, and yet she doesn't want to become Pops' daughter."
Rakuyo and Bluhm scratched their heads. They looked away from the room with the closed door and discussed the matter.
The person staying in that room was none other than the Richest Group's Heavenly Punishment Representative, Thunder God Enel—a super-cute, exquisite young beauty.
After Pops defeated her, she didn't make a fuss.
She didn't shout or go on a hunger strike, either. She simply stayed there quietly.
She seemed very demure.
That wasn't how a prisoner was supposed to act.
"That's enough. Let's head out for now!"
Marco waved them along, leading the group to the deck.
"Gurarara!"
"Finished eating again?"
Whitebeard glanced sideways as he drank his liquor, not at all surprised.
It had been several days since