Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
That day, after finishing breakfast aboard his own flagship, Aleus set out and boarded the deck of the Moby Dick once more.
"Yo, Thatch, last night's roasted seabird was delicious!"
Having just come up the gangplank, he spotted Thatch, the Fourth Division commander, emerging from the cabin with a tray in hand. Dressed in a white chef's uniform and white trousers, the man looked at Aleus as though he had seen something unlucky.
However, Aleus did not care in the slightest about that disdainful gaze. Instead, he loudly praised Thatch's exceptional cooking.
As the head chef of the Whitebeard Pirates, Thatch's skills were undoubtedly among the best in the New World. Ever since Aleus had mooched a dinner off the Whitebeard Pirates two days ago, he had continued mooching both lunch and dinner from them.
While Thatch, as head chef, took pride in this, he was also rather troubled by the way an outsider kept visiting his kitchen. Yet every time, Aleus left behind valuable and hard-to-obtain rare ingredients, many of which could be used as medicinal supplements and were particularly suitable for elderly people.
That left him unable to refuse, so he could only let it continue.
Still, the frustration in his heart would not fade, making the way he looked at Aleus somewhat complicated.
"Seabird? That was a Narbor Gallic Chicken!"
"Oh! That thing. The texture was incredible, and that barbecue sauce you made too... Can it be taught? I'll have my chef study under you. Don't worry, the apprenticeship gift won't be lacking. The New World's Shipping Network belongs to me now. Whatever ingredients or medicinal herbs you want, I can find a way to get them for you."
It had to be said that Umit was a