After drinking for a while, Werther felt a little better.
The dead were gone. No matter how much the living suffered, it would not change anything for them. Better to live freely. Perhaps that was what would truly let the departed rest easy.
After finishing the bottle, Werther reached into his Pocket Watch for the Den Den Mushi reserved for Marine calls. It was almost time for their agreed call.
Before leaving the ship, he had put all his Den Den Mushi in the Pocket Watch in case anyone tried to contact him. Air flowed through its interior, so there was no danger of them suffocating.
Just as Werther was about to take one out, a Den Den Mushi rang inside the Pocket Watch.
Sengoku? Looks like he's even more impatient than I am.
Werther took out the Den Den Mushi reserved for the Shichibukai, only to discover that it was not the one ringing.
If it isn't Sengoku, who is it? Werther searched through the Pocket Watch and finally found the Den Den Mushi going buru, buru.
But when he saw it, he could not immediately remember whose it was.
So Werther answered without speaking, intending to find out who had called.
"Moshi, Moshi. Is this Werther? It's Koala."
At the sound of the woman's voice and the face the Den Den Mushi took on, Werther recognized her.
Wasn't she the Koala he had traded with before?
"Koala. Long time no see. What do you want with me at a time like this?"
His first thought was that the Revolutionary Army might be getting involved in the coming war.
He did not believe for a second that the Revolutionary Army knew nothing about it.
"Nothing, really. I just wanted to call and see how you were doing."
Werther laughed.