"Hey, isn't this way too fast?! How much longer is this thing going to keep going?!"
On the Coffin Boat, Zoro clung to a post, swaying like a kite in the gale blasting toward him. Mihawk sat at the bow without moving, letting the wind and seawater batter him.
The journey from Kuraigana Island in the first half of the Grand Line to Shimotsuki Village in the East Blue would have taken a Marine warship about a month. And that was its top speed, with the Marines using secret, undisclosed routes and favorable currents and winds!
But as soon as they set sail, a strange storm appeared beside the boat. Rather than destroying it, the storm launched it forward like a bullet!
Three days!
Just three days!
They had traveled all the way from Kuraigana Island to the East Blue. The outline of Shimotsuki Village had already appeared ahead!
After sitting still for three days, the sword intent radiating from Mihawk had grown so intense that Zoro could barely look at him. Mihawk grabbed him by the neck and turned his face forward.
"Brat! Is that Shimotsuki Village?"
"Yeah! Wait! How is that possible? How long has it been since we left?!" Zoro answered without thinking, then stared into the distance in disbelief.
Now that home was so close, Zoro suddenly wanted to jump overboard and swim away.
He had never vowed that he would rather die than return before becoming the World's Greatest Swordsman, but he had just suffered a crushing defeat, and his pirate crew had been scattered. He couldn't bear to face the people back home. When he saw the figure standing on the shore, that feeling reached its peak.
Splash!
The storm stopped in an instant, and the Coffin Boat drifted toward shore. A patch of