Werther knew he had to keep moving today, whether he wanted to or not. If Crocodile suddenly decided to go somewhere else, Werther would have to search for him all over again.
Having rented an F-Crocodile once before, he knew the routine this time.
As he rode on the F-Crocodile's back, Werther looked forward to seeing just how powerful a Logia Devil Fruit user in Pirate World could be.
Crocodile might have made a mess of developing the Sand-Sand Fruit, but it was still a Logia Devil Fruit.
At last, with the sky completely dark at around eight that evening, Werther reached Rainbase.
To Werther, this felt like the real capital of Alabasta. Rainbase was bustling even at night.
The city was anything but quiet after dark. Its lights blazed, and the sight made Werther put off looking for Crocodile. Instead, he wandered through Rainbase.
Tuski was less pleased. He was sleepy.
Tuski had a strange routine: he went to sleep at seven or eight every evening and woke at three or four in the morning. And whenever he woke, he made sure to wake Werther too.
Werther had beaten Tuski up for that more than once. But when Werther was still groggy and Tuski was full of energy, the outcome was far from certain. Besides, Werther never dared go all out for fear of hurting him.
So Werther looked at Tuski and grinned wickedly.
Tuski saw Werther laughing at him and grew angry. He held out a hand and rubbed his fingers together: money.
Werther had no idea what Tuski wanted it for, but he took several hundred thousand Beli from the pack on his back and handed it over. With such a small pack, that was all he had.
Then, to Werther's speechless dismay, Tuski gave him the