Sea Circle Calendar 1494, April 15.
Grand Line, Drum Kingdom.
Creak... The opening wooden door woke the man who had been dozing with his eyes closed.
"Even the longest nap in the world has to end someday..."
A voice filled with contentment and a trace of helplessness rang out inside... The speaker was a rugged man with two long, upturned mustaches and sharp eyes.
"Roger... even the coldest winter eventually passes."
The blond man leaning against the doorframe spoke as he took a red vest-coat and a pirate hat bearing a skull from the rack.
"Ha ha ha... Rayleigh, even the longest journey eventually reaches its end."
The man casually took the clothes and hat. When he grinned, he looked like an eternal child.
These two men talking... were none other than Gol D. Roger, who had vanished in the New World and sent the Marines searching everywhere for him, and his first mate, Silvers Rayleigh.
"Although the Oro Jackson has already sailed over... are you really not going to wait a little longer?"
Rayleigh tugged at his white coat, shaking off a few snowflakes clinging to it... Making Roger stay in one place to recover properly was practically the same as locking him in prison.
Even on Drum Island, the world-famous medical nation, the doctor friend Shakky had recommended... had only managed to stabilize Roger's worsening condition for the time being. She could not even stop the pain.
"Come on, cheer up, Rayleigh... This is our 'final voyage.' Let's go ask Doctorine."
After getting dressed, Roger suddenly bared his teeth in pain... yet still forced out a smile.
Rayleigh rubbed his temples with one hand... It was infuriating that a terminal illness could hurt even this man badly enough for him to show it. Heaven truly was jealous of