Lynn's Drunken Rampage

East Blue, Loguetown.

The wanted criminal and his two underlings were tied up and locked away, awaiting transfer to the Marines the next day.

Meanwhile, Fishermen's Town, usually quiet during the fishing ban, was holding a rare feast.

The fishermen of Fishermen's Town split the Golden Salmon Lynn had caught in two. One half was stewed into soup for themselves, while the other was sold for money to buy heaps of meat and fine liquor.

A bonfire was lit in the middle of the street, and as night fell, the fishermen began their feast.

Cups clinked together, producing crisp, pleasant sounds.

Lynn had already downed three large bowls of fish soup.

"Wahahahaha! Golden Salmon is an incredibly rare ingredient that only nobles can afford!" The fisherman uncle laughed heartily and said to the others, "Thanks to Lynn, we get to enjoy such delicious food!"

"Oh! Long live Lynn!"

After a few cups of liquor, the atmosphere in Fishermen's Town gradually became livelier.

"Hey, Lynn! You're so young, and you don't have a girlfriend yet, right? Why not consider my daughter?"

"Give it a rest! Do you want me to tell Lynn how your daughter chased a suitor through three streets with a knife?"

"Hahahaha! Forget those two. Lynn, why don't you consider my younger sister? She's a famous beauty in Loguetown!"

As for Lynn, he remained silent.

Not because he did not want to answer, but because his mouth was stuffed full of grilled meat and fish, leaving him unable to speak at all.

Food out in the world was so delicious!

Lynn was almost moved to tears.

It was not as though he had never eaten good food before.

Back in the arena, Saint Almace had provided Lynn with all sorts of delicacies from around the world, but those foods had always seemed to be missing something.

That something was the warmth and bustle of everyday life.

The fisherman uncle placed skewers of marbled meat onto the grill.

Sizzle.

The fat within the meat was roasted out by the heat and dripped onto the charcoal.

With a whoosh, flames surged up.

Once the seasoning was sprinkled on, the aroma of grilled meat spread through Fishermen's Town.

"Wahahahaha! I learned this grilling technique from the cook aboard a long-distance voyage ship back in the day!"

Grinning broadly, the fisherman uncle handed the cooked skewers out to everyone.

Lynn alone ate half of all the meat skewers.

"Wahahaha! Lynn, when Loguetown holds another Big Eater contest, you have to enter!"

Lynn nodded as he ate his skewer.

The fisherman uncle came over to Lynn.

Behind them stood the fish shop the fisherman uncle had defended with his life during the day.

The uncle sighed.

"This shop is where I raised my son."

"If that boy were still here, he'd probably be about your age!"

Hearing that, Lynn immediately felt the mood turn sad. He cautiously asked, "Did he pass away?"

To his surprise, the fisherman uncle shook his head again and again. "Pass away? No, no, no! He went to Fruit Street over there to sell fruit!"

Lynn: "...Huh?"

At the mention of his son, the fisherman uncle became furious. "That little brat said fishmongers always smell weird and wanted to pursue his own fruit business. He has no idea what's good for him!"

Lynn: "..."

Better pretend he had not heard that. Eat meat, eat meat.

After complaining about his son, the uncle stood up and addressed everyone.

"In any case, thank Lynn for dealing with the bastard pirates who had been threatening Fishermen's Town all this time!"

"Oh!"

Everyone raised their cups and cheered.

Holding a cup, the fisherman uncle threw an arm around Lynn's shoulders.

"Hey, hey, Lynn, a feast is no fun without drinking!"

Lynn could not help recalling Fisher Tiger's warning before he left—

Do not drink alone at sea.

But right now, he was not alone, and he was not at sea...

He could drink.

So Lynn accepted the cup from the fisherman uncle without a shred of guilt.

Gulp, gulp. He swallowed two mouthfuls.

That night was destined to be remembered by everyone present.

Lynn—the mysterious man of unknown origin—fell into an utterly uncontrollable frenzy after drinking only half a cup of beer.

In the dead of night, he insisted on heading out to sea for a high-speed boat ride.

The fishermen tried everything they could to stop Lynn, but failed. They could only watch as he sprinted wildly toward the harbor.

Along the way, Lynn overturned countless stalls.

At the harbor, a band of pirates had just finished raiding a small village outside Loguetown and were preparing to set sail under cover of darkness.

Then they saw a man charging toward them, who slammed headfirst into their ship's cabin and left behind a hole two or three meters wide.

Naturally, the wooden sailboat could not withstand such punishment and immediately sank halfway.

Afterward, the man casually jumped off the ship and returned to the harbor.

The pirates swarmed him, ready to make the man who had ruined their ship pay the price...

Then the house in Fishermen's Town where the wanted criminal was being held gained another group of pirates.

The next morning, Lynn woke amid a pile of clutter, covered by a rag that had come from who knew where.

He got up and washed his face.

Lynn discovered that every person in Fishermen's Town had the same first words for him.

"Lynn, never drink again."

Only then did Lynn understand Fisher Tiger's words.

"You're terrifying when you're drunk."

Was he terrifying? Yes, very terrifying.

Fortunately, the pirate captain Lynn caught last night was also a wanted criminal, with a bounty of five million Beli.

Together with the previous pirates, Fishermen's Town received a massive total bounty of fifteen million Beli, enough to renovate the entire town and make up for the damage Lynn had caused.

After resting for a while, the fisherman uncle came to find Lynn.

"There's news about the two things you asked me to help with."

Lynn thanked the fisherman uncle, then followed his directions to a Tattoo Shop in the back streets of Loguetown.

The Tattoo Shop owner was a bald, white-bearded old man.

He was an old friend of the fisherman uncle, so they had agreed beforehand that he would not pry into Lynn's background.

However, when the owner saw the brand on Lynn's right arm, the old man who had worked in the tattoo business for years broke out in a cold sweat.

Hoof of the Celestial Dragon!

That was the mark of a Celestial Dragon slave!

Just who was this young man?

But since they had already made an agreement, the old man suppressed his shock and questions and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Cover this brand with another design," Lynn replied.

The old man handed Lynn paper and a pen. "You have to design the pattern yourself. Otherwise, I'll become an accomplice."

Lynn nodded.

Four hours later.

Four letters had appeared on Lynn's right arm—

B, O, S, S.

BOSS.

This was Lynn's code name in the arena, as well as the nickname on his Bounty Poster.

The letters "B" and "O" covered the original Hoof of the Celestial Dragon, while the remaining two "S" letters formed flowing lines that extended from his shoulder all the way down to his forearm.

The old man tattooed the flowing design formed by the four letters onto Lynn's right arm.

After finishing, even the old shop owner, who had spent his entire life in the tattoo business, could not help but praise it.

"Beautiful!"

This was the first thing Lynn had asked the fisherman uncle to help with.

As for the second—

Lynn came to the harbor.

The fisherman uncle introduced him to someone.

She was a kindly-looking old woman, somewhat short and dressed in plain cloth.

"This is Granny Siya, the wine merchant I told you about. She's also an old friend of mine."

Lynn shook hands with the old woman.

"Granny Siya is going to sell wine in the place you mentioned. You can travel there with her."

The fisherman uncle patted Lynn on the shoulder. "No matter who you are, you're the one who saved Fishermen's Town. Have a safe journey, Lynn!"

Lynn smiled and nodded, then boarded the ship with Granny Siya.

The merchant ship's sailors busied themselves with their respective tasks, and before long, it was time to set sail.

Lynn waved goodbye to the fisherman uncle from the deck, then turned to look out at the sea.

"Young man, what are you going there for?" Granny Siya asked in confusion. "It's just a small village. Do you know someone there?"

"You could say that," Lynn replied.

Destination—

East Blue, Foosha Village.