To everyone's surprise, this bizarre deserted island seemed to be strange only on the surface.
Along the way, they had not even encountered a single live scorpion dwelling in the sand.
Much less some giant serpent-like beast lurking in the depths.
It was tranquil, like the surface of a motionless lake.
Even the wind seemed to have gone out of its way to avoid it.
As far as the eye could see, there was only endless yellow and boundless, desolate sand.
The only sounds were boots crunching over the sand and soil, along with the occasional hushed whispers between companions.
It was too safe.
Safe to an unbelievable degree.
As the captain, Hull was the first to realize how absurd this place was. But if they turned back now, it would likely provoke considerable dissatisfaction.
So he patiently decided to walk for another half hour.
The blazing sun scorched them, and the sand was like a red-hot branding iron.
Even with their bodies wrapped in Nen, they could still feel the vicious heat of the sun.
The people who had been loudly discussing how to divide the treasure had now fallen into an unbelievable silence.
Sweat streamed down their cheeks. Their greed for treasure had long been cast aside; at this moment, there was only one thing they wanted.
Water—drinkable water!
It was too hot. This place was simply too hot!
Wasn't this a small island out at sea? Why wasn't there even a trace of wind?
Sand, sand—sand everywhere. There was not even a dead tree to offer shade. This was ridiculous, wasn't it?
Perhaps they had lost too much water, or perhaps they had traveled for too long. In any case, the pirates began to grow restless.
"Let's go back the way we came!" the young sailor who