"Polu polu..."
"Polu polu..."
In the dead of night, a certain Den Den Mushi rang for a very, very long time. Finally, just as the Den Den Mushi itself was growing impatient and preparing to block the signal, a small, milky-white hand grabbed it and answered before the connection was cut off.
"..."
(っ??-??)
"Who is it...?"
??????(＿＿*)????
"Hello? Which bastard is calling in the middle of the night and disturbing my sleep?"
('-????)
In the darkness, Annie rubbed her eyes. She did not even open them before angrily demanding an answer into the receiver, her voice full of resentment.
"Crackle..."
"Hello?"
"Is... crackle... is this An... crackle... nie?"
"I'm Chopper!!"
"Where are you?"
"Is everyone all right?"
At last, Chopper's voice came through the Den Den Mushi's mouth in broken fragments.
"Oh..."
??_??
So it was Chopper...
(????????`??)??
Upon hearing Chopper's voice, the torrent of abuse Annie had been about to unleash was forcibly cut short.
"Annie!"
"I'm in a strange place right now. Can you use that magic that makes you appear with a whoosh to..."
"I..."
"Can you?"
"Crackle..."
"Over here, crackle..."
Clearly, whether because of the distance or because the sailing ship was moving too fast, the Den Den Mushi's connection was poor. The signal came and went, and Annie could not even tell what Chopper was trying to say.
"..."
(￣o￣)
"You've got the wrong number..."
??????(＿＿*)????
Beep~!
Still half-asleep and feeling that the other party could not even speak clearly, Annie reached out without a second thought and hung up. She then casually tossed the Den Den Mushi that had disturbed her sleep out of the ship's window.
Splash~!
Annie had thrown the Den Den Mushi into the sea.
With that, the only channel Chopper and the others had for contacting Annie was completely