With a musician aboard, the voyage was no longer dull, though it had become somewhat less steady.
Whenever Brook played music, Laboon would grow excited at the sound and begin swaying his body involuntarily.
Still, the impact was not too great. The ride had merely gone from a train to a long-distance bus.
Joining a new faction was not uncommon on the sea.
Lone wanderers like Brook, who had lost their companions, often joined others. Whether it was Brook himself or the group taking him in, neither side would proactively ask about what had happened in the past.
Asking what had caused his entire crew to be wiped out after that battle would only reopen old wounds. Of course, if Brook wanted to talk about it himself, no one would stop him.
"Mr. Croccus is now a hospital director, a Shichibukai, and the Pirate King... I see. The world really has changed a lot over the past few years."
Merfolk Island could still learn about the outside world through newspapers brought by passing pirate ships, but the Devil Triangle Sea Area where Brook had been trapped was truly devoid of human presence.
At the moment, Brook was cramming all the knowledge he had missed, intending to catch up with the times.
"Say, where does the food you eat actually go? Do you even still have a stomach?"
"And wasn't your ship's helm broken? What did you eat all these years?"
After Brook chewed his food, it seemed to enter some stomach pouch that did not exist in the real world instead of falling out through his jawbone.
This violation of biological laws piqued Ginny's curiosity. The more she learned, the more mysteries she discovered on Brook's body.
"I don't know either. Maybe it's part of the Revive-Revive Fruit's power. Ah,