A month later, in the New World.
It had been over a year since "Freak" Jones became a Shichibukai, and he had finally secured his position.
Unlike a year ago, no one dared challenge him now. Even though he hunted down passing pirates every day, none dared band together to try to destroy him.
Just look at the Jingguan in front of Turtle Island!
That monument of heads, piled up by the hundreds and thousands, was a testament to his might. Among them were countless fighters renowned across the seas, proof for all the world to see of this pirate's strength!
Jones had been living well lately, his days remarkably easy. Every day, he went out to grab a bite and rob someone, getting a workout along the way. His strength rose steadily.
To sail the Grand Line, you had to throw out everything you knew from the Four Blues. None of the old rules worked here. And they were in the New World now, a place far more dangerous than Paradise, the First Half of the route.
Turtle Island stood right along the safest route into the New World.
So nearly every day, pirates entering the New World passed through the waters around Turtle Island, following their Log Poses toward the next island and sailing deeper into the New World.
That gave Jones plenty to do. Loa's attitude toward pirates had never changed, and as a member of Turtle Island, Jones could hardly turn a blind eye and let them sail past.
Today was no different. After breakfast, Jones called for Gangying and set out to clear out the passing pirates.
"Boss Jones, ship spotted at four o'clock!"
A lookout among the Undead Soldiers soon called down with their discovery. This time, though, he had said "ship," not the