Blood Skull Pirates

"It's pirates!"

Seeing the pirate flag fluttering on the sailing ship from afar, Rocks' eyes widened.

"I know that without you telling me."

Moger glanced at Rocks, thinking, You know they're pirates, but you don't know I'm a pirate too? I haven't taken down my pirate flag yet.

"Rocks, come with me!"

Since he had decided to recruit Rocks, Moger didn't intend to treat him like an outsider.

"Can you sail? Do you know how to read an Eternal Pose? You'll steer the ship later, heading in the direction the Eternal Pose points. It leads to a small island where we'll deal with these enemies."

Moger brought Rocks to the helm and then tossed him a sphere containing a pointer. On the seas of this world, to discern direction, one needs a compass called a Log Pose.

Some special compasses, like the one Moger threw to Rocks, have a pointer that permanently points to an island.

Rocks asked confusedly, "Why don't we deal with those guys out here? With your strength as captain, it shouldn't be difficult, right?"

"Are you an idiot?" Moger rolled his eyes. "There are only you and me on the ship right now. If I go to deal with those guys, what if someone on their side also decides to come over? What would you do?"

Remember, this isn't the East Blue, West Blue, North Blue, or South Blue, where pirates begin their journeys. This is the most chaotic sea in the entire pirate world – the New World!

What pirate can survive here without some skills?

What if he gets tied up?

With Rocks' current strength, the future Overlord of the seas, who has just set sail, might perish.

Moreover.

Even if he could destroy their ship with Hagoku.

The distance isn't enough!

The farther the attack range of Hagoku, the more stamina it consumes.

Unless the enemy comes to them.

[Misfortune never comes singly. Just as you encountered an Overlord of the seas, you've also run into a down-and-out pirate crew aiming to destroy the dreams of newcomers.]

[The Blood Skull Pirates, remnants of an old era long abandoned by the new age.]

[Don't worry, the captain of the Blood Skull Pirates is just an old man. With your strength, you have no need to fear.]

[Defeat them, conquer them!]

Although Moger knew his system was mentally challenged, seeing the information on the panel still made him unable to hold back a chuckle.

Blood Skull Farrell, with a bounty of 160 million.

In the current pirate world.

That's enough to be called a Great Pirate!

This isn't like later times, where bounties are casually in the billions.

In this era, Belly is still valuable.

In terms of purchasing power, one Belly now is seven to eight times more valuable than in the future, so bounties should also be calculated with a multiplier.

If Moger remembered correctly, the captain of the Blood Skull Pirates wasn't even fifty years old, which is considered prime age in the pirate world.

And he calls that an old man?

Then what does that make him?

A corpse?

As for why Blood Skull is here?

He was betrayed.

Moger wasn't surprised by this. In the world of pirates, betrayal is commonplace.

"Unfortunately, you chose the wrong time."

In the distance.

The Blood Skull Pirates.

"Hahaha, White Wolf Moger, I've finally found you!"

Wearing a bright red coat, Blood Skull Farrell looked at the faintly visible ship in the distance and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey, you, you did a great job. After I kill your old captain and get his hidden treasure, the treasure is mine, and that broken ship is yours!"

White Wolf Moger, what a reputation!

Farrell had heard of Moger's name when he first set sail.

This was a big shot that even the Marines couldn't handle!

Unfortunately.

The twilight of a hero.

No matter how powerful a pirate, they cannot withstand the ravages of time.

And so it is.

He disbanded his pirate crew and, alone, sought a place to die.

Could there be such a convenient thing in this world?

After dominating the seas for decades, each member only received ten million Belly upon disbandment. It's no wonder someone was dissatisfied and revealed his whereabouts.

If it were me, I wouldn't believe it either!

"Full speed ahead!"

Farrell shouted, "Gunners, prepare yourselves! Give me two rounds of cannon fire first!"

As Farrell shouted, the young man beside him immediately panicked.

"Captain Farrell, this isn't what we agreed upon!" the youth hurried forward, "Didn't we agree that Captain Mongge's treasure would be yours, and the ship would be mine?"

Mongge's ship was already old, and now he was the only combatant on board. If it took a few more cannon volleys, what if it sank?

"Hmm, do you have an opinion about my orders?"

As the youth spoke, Farrell's eyes narrowed. An aura, which he had only ever felt from the old captain Mongge, pressed down, turning the youth's face pale.

The youth quickly shook his head, "No, no, it's not like that."

"It better not be!"

Farrell snorted coldly.

"Although you said that old man can't use Haki anymore, who knows if that's true? If we get too close, and that old man still has strength left, what if he injures my crew? As captain, I must ensure my crew's safety!"

Farrell said righteously.

In reality, he didn't care about his crew's lives at all. But a name carries weight. When Mongge was roaming the seas, Farrell was still drinking milk.

Who knew what trump cards this old guy still had?

It was better to keep a distance and fire a few rounds of cannonballs to wear down the old guy's stamina.

White Wolf Mongge was a Devil Fruit user.

A Devil Fruit is a fruit that, after being eaten, grants special abilities and awakens superpowers, with the price being rejection by the sea, rendering the user unable to swim.

If Mongge couldn't withstand the cannon fire and the ship sank, he would have no choice but to await death!

Farrell's calculations were precise, but he didn't know this played right into Mongge's hands.

"It seems they won't attack easily."

Effortlessly slicing through cannonballs flying from afar, Mongge saw the Blood Skull Pirates maintaining a distance, having pursued them for a long time but refusing to get closer. He feigned exhaustion.

"However, we're almost there too."

In the distance, a Small Island appeared faintly. Even if the Blood Skull Pirates' ship suddenly accelerated now, they could reach the Small Island before the enemy boarded.

"Captain, are you alright?"

Seeing Mongge panting, Rocks couldn't help but ask.

Although he didn't want to be a crew member, he didn't dislike Mongge, let alone the fact that Mongge had promised to teach him the powerful technique to part the sea.

Only now did Rocks remember that Mongge was just an old man.

No matter how strong an old man was, his stamina couldn't compare to his youth. What the Blood Skull Pirates were doing now was depleting Mongge's stamina.

"Yo, you actually care about people, kid?"

Mongge looked at Rocks and nodded with satisfaction.

"Since you know your captain is tired, why don't you do me a favor?"

"What favor?"

"Guard my old friend for me!"

"Huh?"

As soon as the words fell, Rocks saw Mongge leap off the ship.

Moonwalk!

Mongge stepped on the air, moving several times faster than the ship's sailing speed, heading towards the distant Small Island. He left Rocks alone on the ship, steering the helm.

Rocks was stunned.

Another round of cannon fire descended.

This time, without Mongge to block, the old ship was immediately riddled with holes.

On board, Rocks scrambled for cover, dodging the cannonballs.

From afar, Mongge could still hear Rocks cursing furiously.

"Damn old man, I *******"