Two flowers bloomed, each telling its own tale.
Several days later.
A small boat sailed across the calm, windless sea.
Dimon sat on the edge of the boat, fishing rod in hand, staring listlessly at the line in the water.
The boat beneath his feet had naturally been seized from Demon Valley Town. The Gunslinger Pirates' flag flew from its mast: a skull wearing a cowboy hat, with a pistol painted beneath it.
Roger stood at the bow, peering ahead through a telescope. He could vaguely make out an island in the distance.
"Water 7 is up ahead. It happens to be on the way, so we can visit an old friend."
"An old friend?"
"Yeah. An excellent shipwright who helped me build the Oro Jackson."
Roger lowered the telescope and turned to Dimon. "By the way, where are you planning to find Count Red?"
Dimon closed his eyes and reached out with his senses. He was not sensing Count Red's location, but that of Magcy, the bounty hunter he had transformed into a little demon.
"In the sea. Probably at Fishman Island."
"Fishman Island? Diving into the deep sea won't be easy. No matter how many times people go, the survival rate is only ten percent each time."
Fishman Island lay ten thousand meters beneath the sea. Ships had to be coated before they could enter, and countless pirate ships sank in the deep sea every year.
That was also why the Marines did not conduct large-scale purges of pirates in the Sabaody Archipelago.
After all, pirate crews that reached the Sabaody Archipelago would eventually enter the New World. To reach the New World, pirates had to dive into the deep sea and pass through Fishman Island.
A ten percent survival rate...
The Marines did not need to go