The pirate ship was moored in the harbor, and the island's finest coating craftsman was hard at work aboard it. This was already his third day working on the ship, and the coating was nearly complete. The thought of the generous payment he'd soon receive only made the old craftsman work harder.
As for the black skull flag hanging from the top of the mast—
The old craftsman didn't care!
As long as they paid, he didn't give a damn who they were. Every customer was a good customer.
In a place as chaotic as the Sabaody Archipelago, good people who couldn't turn a blind eye to trouble didn't survive.
"Hey, Skar, has Boss Ace still not come back?" someone shouted from shore.
"Nope!"
Skar, sitting on the railing, waved. As the Spade Pirates' intelligence officer, he represented the entire crew and was responsible for supervising the old craftsman's coating work. The craftsman had worked for three days, and Skar had stood guard here for three days.
There was no helping it.
Their captain was a willful troublemaker!
The man everyone tacitly accepted as their vice-captain—the ship's doctor—had a small fondness for writing novels, but he was dependable and steady in every other way. Unfortunately, because he was so dependable, he had to follow their beloved captain around and clean up his messes.
Otherwise, with the captain's temperament, the moment he entered a town, it would be in an uproar within ten minutes. But the Sabaody Archipelago was different from other places. If they accidentally offended a Celestial Dragon here, the trouble they caused could bring a Marine Admiral down on them.
So,
the ship's doctor had no choice but to tirelessly keep the captain, a human-shaped troublemaking machine, under close watch all day long.
Skar pushed the skull mask