In the end, Loa still left Kuriswia's specialty red cherry juice and his other belongings on the Warship. It was inconvenient to get at them that way, but it was only a Pipi Shrimp, after all.
Lugging around such a huge pile of baggage was asking a lot of a shrimp.
While the soldiers were busy moving supplies, Loa and Momonga went to a secluded spot at the Port.
The weather had turned strange. Not long ago, the sky had been clear and the sun blazing. Now, fierce winds had sprung up, bringing banks of dark clouds with them.
A storm was coming soon.
"So, what's so urgent that we have to head back right away?"
At Loa's question, Momonga scratched his head. "Urgent... Where should I start? Which one do you want to hear first?"
Pfft!
Loa spat out a mouthful of juice!
So there's more than one problem?
Rolling his eyes, Loa chewed on his straw and mumbled, "Start with the least urgent one. Work your way up."
"All right, the least urgent one... Let me think." Momonga looked dead serious, as though sorting them out was a real headache. Just as Loa was about to lose patience, he finally went on. "The least urgent thing is probably Vice Admiral Garp's grandson Ace setting sail to become one of the Pirates! Vice Admiral Garp has asked Fleet Admiral Sengoku for permission to go after him and bring him back..."
Pfft! Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!
Juice shot into the air like a fountain, then rained down on both their heads.
"Cough, cough! What did you just say?!" Loa choked badly and stared at Momonga in disbelief.
What the hell?
Ace set sail?
Isn't that bastard supposed to turn seventeen next year?!
Loa clearly remembered those three idiots agreeing not