The World Is Shaken (Part 2)

Dawn.

The News Coos flapped their wings, carrying freshly printed reports as they cheerfully flew out of major newspaper offices, scattering papers in every direction like snowflakes.

The Four Blues, the first half of the Grand Line, the New World...

The news spread across the seas, stirring up towering waves!

Grand Line, Twin Cape.

A pirate crew that had only been established for a few months had just crossed Reverse Mountain from the East Blue and entered the Grand Line, stopping here briefly.

Calling them a pirate crew was honestly giving them too much credit.

The entire crew had only one tiny beat-up boat, with just a handful of crew members. No matter how one looked at them, they were utterly shabby...

Their ship was docked beside the tower, neither anchored nor tied down, bobbing on the water as though it might be swept away by the waves at any moment.

As for their unreliable captain, a scruffy red-haired youth had just taken off his straw hat and set it aside. He rubbed his hands together and laughed happily at the barbecue grill before him.

"Thanks for the meal, Uncle Crocus! Let's eat!"

He wolfed down several huge chunks of grilled meat in just a few bites, making the old man across from him, dressed in colorful summer clothes, chuckle. "Slow down, Shanks. No one's going to steal it from you."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Crocus noticed the other two crewmen seated on either side of Shanks: a chubby man in striped clothes and a thick-lipped man with curly hair. Both had their heads down, eating at incredible speed, sweeping through the food with such force that the grilled meat on the rack vanished almost instantly.

The old man choked. "Say, Shanks, where did you find