The What-What rose and fell with the waves on the azure sea as it slowly headed northwest.
Although the ship was shaped like a ridiculous duck, the atmosphere aboard was unusually noisy and filled with the scent of gunpowder.
"Ah... my Nami..."
Sanji leaned against the edge of the duck-shaped ship, holding a fruit platter he had carefully prepared for Nami.
He looked at the group of sweaty men around him, his face full of disgust.
"Why?! Why do I have to squeeze together with a bunch of guys like you?!"
Sanji shouted miserably,
"It's bad enough that beautiful Nami isn't here. Why is there also a half-dead moss-head wrapped head to toe in bandages?!"
"Who are you calling moss-head, curly brows?"
Zoro was lying in the shadows of the cabin, recuperating from his injuries. Though weak, his tongue was as sharp as ever.
He opened one eye and shot Sanji a cold glance.
"If you want to fight, I wouldn't mind kicking you overboard to feed the fish."
"Hah? What big talk from a seriously wounded guy!"
Veins bulged on Sanji's forehead. "Believe it or not, I'll turn you into seaweed salad right now!"
"Sanji! I want that!"
Luffy completely ignored the tense atmosphere. His arm stretched out as he snatched the fruit platter from Sanji's hand, then opened his mouth wide and swallowed a huge bite, nearly eating the plate too.
"Mmm! Delicious! Delicious! Sanji, your cooking is amazing!"
"Bastard!... Forget it. It's a waste to feed something this good to beasts like you." Sanji covered his face in pain.
"Caw! You're all so damn noisy!"
Just then, an irritated cry rang out.
Clay, who had been sleeping on Victor's chest, was awakened by the noise.
Flapping his wings, he flew to the railing, tilted his head, and