The first half of the Grand Line was called Paradise by the Monsters of the New World.
Most of the Pirates gathered there were newcomers who had only just set out on the pirate's path, and their strength was limited. To the Pirates of the New World, they were all too weak.
Besides, most of the New World's territory belonged to the Yonko. Any pirate who tried to enter without enough strength was simply courting death!
But sometimes, that weakness was an advantage.
For Jones, it meant he could hide here with ease, without worrying about being discovered.
Anyone who dared approach this island was powerless against his overwhelming strength.
As time passed, a strange new rumor began to spread through Paradise. There was supposedly a moving island that drifted across the sea. No Log Pose could point to it, so no one could find it.
But anyone lucky—or unlucky—enough to approach it would be swallowed by the island and never return. They said it was an island that ate people.
Zephyr frowned at the rumor. "So what I want to know is, why are you capturing these Pirates? You're wasting food on them!"
As Zephyr saw it now, the only good pirate was a dead pirate. Jones putting them to work made no sense to him.
And if they needed labor, the former residents of Mechanical Island were more than enough.
Jones shook his head with a wry smile. "Our plan is to eliminate a Shichibukai and use that threat to take his place. But without any influence or enough subordinates, I doubt even Fleet Admiral Sengoku could help us make it happen."
"After all, I'm no Monster on Dracule Mihawk's level."
"You're no weakling yourself, kid!" Zephyr grinned around his cigar. "To be honest, you rank among the