Warship Island and the Millennium Dragon

"A little girl who encountered a shipwreck?"

Nami poked the cheeks of the girl who had just been rescued.

Moya, in an exceptionally foul mood, saw this girl and instantly thought of a plan for revenge.

That was to slaughter this group of scum marines; that way, the marines would be forced to change his nickname back.

"Kaya, wake her up. Get her to take us to Warship Island. I can't wait to finish off some marines to clear my name."

"Moya, even if you want to change your nickname, you can't just kill innocent people."

"Don't worry, these are all scum marines; they aren't worth pitying. You'll see once you wake this little girl up."

"If that doesn't work, have Carmen prepare some fragrant food. I suspect she fainted from hunger."

Moya was very proactive at this moment; his reputation was at stake.

"Ugh, where is this?"

The young girl Apis sniffed the aroma and woke up.

"This is the ship of the Moya Adventure Group. We saved you. What is your name?"

Nami looked at Apis gently and asked.

"Before asking for someone else's name, shouldn't you tell them your own first? Baka~"

Apis's expression collapsed; it was impossible to tell she was a natural airhead little girl.

"My name is Nami, and they are all my adventure partners."

Nami answered quite honestly.

"Hey, don't waste time, brat. Take us to Warship Island. I'm looking for marines to vent my anger on. I have no interest in that feathered bird-dragon of yours."

At this moment, Apis saw a handsome young man who was almost unrealistically beautiful speaking with a gloomy face.

"How do you know about Master Dragon? Are you looking for revenge against the marines? Could it be... could it be that you were... insulted by the marines because you're too beautiful?"

The crowd suddenly felt the atmosphere freeze, and a chill ran down their spines. How could this little girl have such a bizarre, suggestive thought?

"Brat, now, immediately, right this second, take me to Warship Island."

On the verge of exploding, Moya could no longer hold back. He grabbed Apis, and a faint, oppressive Conqueror's Haki leaked out. Apis faced the pressure head-on, and the surrounding crew members also felt a bit uncomfortable.

So scary, so scary. Apis's eyes nearly rolled back, her heart filled with frantic terror.

"Moya, calm down, calm down!"

Nami jumped onto Moya's back, constantly bumping into him with her chest, swaying back and forth.

Moya put the little girl Apis down, and under the gaze of everyone, he turned around and headed back to his room to cool off—was it anger? Or lust?

In front of the tactful and smooth-talking Nami, the little airhead Apis opened up like a broken dam, spilling every bit of information she had.

The group finally sorted out the current situation.

"Alright, whether it's for Apis, for protecting Master Dragon, or for the Captain's title, this time we must establish the prestige of our adventure group."

In Moya's absence, Nami was the boss.

"For Captain Moya's title, the 'Operation: Moya Nickname Battle' begins! Exterminate this group of scum marines."

Nami, who had a personal grudge against scum marines, was full of hatred.

The officers and squad leaders, naturally, wouldn't pass up an opportunity to beat up marines and cheered in agreement.

"Alright, Apis, show us the way."

"Thank you, Nami. You are all good people."

The airhead little girl Apis had teary eyes, feeling very moved.

The Moya Adventure Group had inexplicably started a campaign to clear Moya's name, and incidentally, received a "good person card" from Apis.

On the other side of Warship Island.

A marine fleet was sailing.

"Admiral Nelson, is the information you received accurate? Is there really news of a Millennium Dragon? Can dragon bones truly grant immortality?"

The speaker was as thin as a bamboo pole, wearing earrings on both sides, with tiny eyes, black glasses, and hair standing straight up.

He was the famous marine mercenary, nicknamed Eric the Whirlwind, a Scythe-Scythe Fruit user, the Scythe Man.

"Eric, my men captured the brat who saw the Millennium Dragon. The information is reliable."

Nelson Roy, the Admiral of the 8th Branch of the East Blue marines, who looked like a giant fat pig, fanned himself and spoke slowly.

"I hope so."

A dangerous red glint appeared in Eric's eyes.

If there really were dragon bones that could grant immortality, why share them with this fat pig? When the time comes, hehe~

I hope you don't lead us the wrong way. When we find the Millennium Dragon, that will be the day you die.

On the Yanhuang.

"That is Warship Island, an island that looks like a stack of warships."

The Moya Adventure Group gazed at the towering Warship Island in the distance, feeling a sense of awe. Setting sail was truly wonderful; every island was so unique.

"I think it looks like a stack of gold ingots."

Nami, the money-lover, offered her own unique perspective.

"Charge, charge, charge! Find the Navy, slaughter them, and vent Captain Moya's anger!"

El Drago and Bartolomeo cheered loudly.

Buggy the Clown, Steel Mao Xiong, and the squad leaders joined in the chorus.

Just like that, the Moya Adventure Group and the 8th Branch fleet landed on opposite sides of Warship Island.

Their target was the cave where the Millennium Dragon resided; it seemed a battle was inevitable.

Moya looked at his enthusiastic crew. As expected, his subordinates were still somewhat useful.

He couldn't be bothered to warn them. El Drago was just a Scythe-Scythe Fruit user; Buggy and Bartolomeo could completely counter him.

This would serve as a small test for them.

Nami led Apis and the four great executives, charging ahead toward the Millennium Dragon's cave.

Moya took the women and rode Richie the Lion, exploring the island to enjoy the scenery.

With Sea Cow Moo and Jango left behind to guard the Yanhuang, there shouldn't be any major issues.

Moya remembered the Millennium Dragon's lair; the Lost Island was located to the east of Warship Island.

The Lost Island was both a dragon lair and a graveyard. Young Millennium Dragons returned there to mate and lay eggs, while the elderly returned there to die.

According to Master Dragon's memories, he had returned to the lair several times in his life, so it wasn't as if the lair only surfaced once every thousand years.

He wondered if he could capture some Millennium Dragons as mounts. Although feathered Millennium Dragons weren't exactly handsome, they could fly.

If he could assemble a flying dragon army of Millennium Dragons, how cool would that be?

Just thinking about it made Moya feel passionate. No, he had to find a way. If he couldn't get adult dragons, he had to get dragon eggs.

This involved Moya's future plans; he was determined to take Skypiea.

Adding an air force meant gaining an ace military branch. From a modern perspective, Moya knew the suppression an air force exerted over naval and ground forces.

Whoever held air superiority held the power to speak.

Golden Lion's flying fleet was proof of that—running rampant, able to attack or retreat at will, and fully controlling the initiative in battle.

Thinking of this, Moya's mind began to race. How could he coax and subdue—no, reach a contractual cooperation with the Millennium Dragons?

Moya began to ponder the feasibility of his plan. If it really didn't work, he would have to obtain some dragon eggs even if it meant fighting.

What reason could he use to persuade these Millennium Dragons?

Reproduction? Safety? Protection?

Moya seemed to have thought of something; it looked like he would need to give it a try.

All animals in the One Piece world generally possessed intelligence and had their own unique languages.

To communicate with them, one could use Chopper's Human-Human Fruit, Apis's Whisper-Whisper Fruit, or the Voice of All Things, a form of Observation Haki possessed by Roger.

Oden, Luffy, and Momonosuke also seemed to possess this type of Observation Haki.

Of course, the protagonist Moya had it too, having awakened Three-Color Haki on the execution platform, though he wasn't very proficient with it yet—it worked only intermittently.

But that didn't matter; he still had Apis.