After being docked for several days, the Going Merry finally set sail once more. Beneath a clear, brilliant blue sky, the small ship sailed across calm seas.
After leaving Alabasta's waters, the hot, dry air finally became moist again.
They had only stayed by Saintine Island's coast for a few days, yet the Going Merry had been covered in a thick layer of sand.
Thanks to Reiner's undead working tirelessly, the Going Merry now looked completely renewed, its deck polished so clean it gleamed.
Yet no one seemed to be in a better mood because of it. They were all slumped over the second-floor railing, listless and dejected.
"What's with all of you?" Zoro leaned against the mast on the deck. Seeing this, he impatiently called out to them.
"If you were really that reluctant to let her go, why didn't you just drag her onto the ship by force?"
"What are you talking about?!"
Already in a foul mood with nowhere to vent their sorrow, they all turned to Zoro with looks of disgust and scornfully said:
"Barbarian!"
"You're the worst."
"Marimo!"
"Green belly warmer."
"Three-Sword Style."
"Wait, Luffy." Usopp looked oddly at Luffy. What was that supposed to mean? He could not help reminding him, "Three-Sword Style isn't an insult, Luffy."
"Four-Sword Style."
"Four-Sword Style isn't one either!" Usopp shouted helplessly. "Like 'lost idiot'—you can call him a lost idiot!"
"You two blond bastards looking for a fight?"
Zoro's face darkened. Turning his attention to Reiner and Sanji, he bared his teeth, drew his swords, and was about to charge at them.
He was not wrong. What else could they have done? Since they had not forced her aboard before, what was the point of sighing here now?
Just then, the door to the living room opened.
Creak~~