Charm at the Dinner Table

Chong tried to fight back, but Rogge had broken the bones in all four of his limbs. That quieted him down.

"Bring out the food. I'm hungry, and I hear you serve North Blue specialties here." Rogge pulled up a chair, sat down, and drove his dagger into the table.

Jelly and the others came over and sat on either side of Rogge. Everyone in the restaurant froze. A manager was the first to recover. He hurried over, rubbing his hands together. "L-Lord Rogge, what would you like to eat?"

"Bring me everything you've got. Money's no problem." Rogge leaned back in his chair.

Jelly walked over to the people in fine clothes, pulled several purses from them, weighed them in his hand, and tossed one to the manager.

"Er..." The manager caught it, looking troubled. He glanced at the nobles pinned to the wall, all of them unconscious, and swallowed.

"Hurry up and bring the food," Jelly said, knowing what he was thinking.

The manager flinched. He had no desire to cross Rogge. The Raging Pirates had nearly destroyed the restaurant, and the crew before him was no Raging Pirates. They might be newcomers too, but their captain was a Shichibukai.

They were on entirely different levels. Rogge had slaughtered the Raging Pirates with barely any effort. Every member of their crew who had come here was still hanging on the wall.

The kitchen worked fast, sending out every dish it could prepare quickly. Rogge ate like a bottomless pit, tearing through the food with Jerry and the others. Enel had long since settled in with the Asura Pirates, and his table manners were just like theirs.

On Sky Island, no one had fought Enel for food. Things were different now. Aboard their ship, the amount of food was