"Hm?" Dracule Mihawk frowned as he calculated his route. He had heard some noisy commotion.
Of course, Loguetown was full of noise now, but this time was different.
Waves crashed against the shore. A small boat was moored by the coast, with four or five burly men gathered beside it. At a glance, Dracule Mihawk recognized that they were not veteran pirates.
They did not carry the scent of the sea.
Such things were common in Loguetown now. Roger's words had stirred many people into action. Just because they had not been pirates before did not mean they would not become pirates afterward.
These four or five men were clearly novices who wanted to become pirates and set sail.
There was nothing wrong with that. The problem was that the small boat beside them was the one Dracule Mihawk had arrived in.
In the current Loguetown, boats had become extremely important. Even a small boat was particularly valuable, so it was only natural that people would fight over one.
But that boat was the one Dracule Mihawk had taken here, which made it a problem.
Without slowing down, Dracule Mihawk walked toward his boat. Seawater washed over his ankles; compared to when he arrived, the tide had risen considerably.
Dracule Mihawk's arrival naturally drew the men's attention. One particularly burly man said, "You damn brat, this is the boat I've claimed."
Dracule Mihawk turned and looked at him calmly. "This is the boat I came in."
The men froze for a moment, then exchanged glances and bared sinister grins. The burly man who had spoken before laughed. "Hahaha, looks like we've run into the owner. Fine, then from now on, this boat isn't yours anymore. Get lost if you know what's good for you!"
These boat thieves were not to