When the entire pirate crew lost their sense of direction, everyone turned their eyes toward one person.
Uchiha Shin!
There were many times on the Grand Line when Log Poses could not accurately point the way. Experienced pirate crews generally had their own ways of dealing with such situations.
Among the Roger Pirates, they usually relied on Roger's intuition at times like these.
But now, they had something more trustworthy than Roger's intuition.
After several past encounters with danger, Shin's performance had become deeply rooted in the hearts of the Roger Pirates. To them, Shin was the one who could do anything.
And in a sense, they were not wrong.
Shin stood at the bow of the Golden Oro Jackson, looking at the identical scenery around them as he boredly shook his head.
"Three o'clock. Seven days' voyage. Laugh Tale is that way," Shin said calmly, and everyone immediately burst into cheers.
Rayleigh promptly went over to the helmsman, ready to personally steer the Golden Oro Jackson.
The ship turned and headed toward three o'clock.
"Wait!"
Yet at that moment, Shin suddenly spoke up to stop him, drawing strange looks from Roger and the others.
"That isn't the three o'clock direction," Shin said simply.
"What?" Rayleigh's gaze sharpened. After checking several times and finding nothing wrong, he gradually furrowed his brow.
A thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and he murmured, "Could it be...?"
Shin nodded. "That's right. This sea is deceiving your eyes. Ever since we entered this place, some things have been real, while others have been illusions. This is a natural magnetic field that interferes with Log Poses. The sunlight in the sky is linked with a certain plant beneath the sea, making this entire stretch of ocean seem unreal."
"Is that so? Then how did