On Chaos Island, when you treated others like fat sheep, you became a target in someone else's eyes as well.
Especially after they lost the ability to act, the outcome went without saying.
Naturally, the final result was not as simple as handing over some gold coins. What awaited them was the norm on Chaos Island.
The four pirates, stripped of everything, were thrown together into the freezing seawater. With injuries this severe and three of them unconscious, whether they could swim back alive depended solely on the Sea God's grace.
Shanks did not care about any of this. Influenced by Roger and Shin, he had always believed that pirates needed a conviction to carry—a burden necessary for dreams and freedom. Most pirate crews on the sea were not worthy of bearing the word pirate.
The town the blue-haired man had mentioned was not difficult to find. Once they crossed the rise blocking their view, it came into sight: muddy ground, clamorous crowds, rough voices, and chaotic streets all came together to form the town.
Shanks adjusted his straw hat and smiled in relief. A town gathered with pirates was supposed to look like this. If it were not filthy, messy, and rundown, that would be the real problem.
Barton's Tavern in the center was even easier to find. The town itself was small enough to take in at a glance.
As Shanks pushed open the door and entered, several people near the entrance glanced at him. After quickly deciding he posed no threat, they went back to their loud revelry. The stench of cheap ale mixed with the odor of the pirates' bare feet, filling the tavern with a bizarre smell.
This tavern had opened not long after Chaos Island was established. Being able to run a tavern in