"Sister, are you all right?"
The Kuja Pirates had just docked at Sabaody. Seeing how pale Hancock looked, Sandersonia urged her, "Why don't we forget it? We don't have to go ashore."
The sight brought back memories of when Hancock had been held captive on Sabaody. No one had cared whether she lived or died—except that little boy.
Hancock gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, as though trying to summon her courage. "I'll be fine. Rayleigh and Shakky live here, and Ye Chen might be here too. Let's go ashore."
Not long after becoming Empress, Hancock had formed the Kuja Pirates. But her first voyage had been for one purpose: to find Ye Chen.
"Shakky, what's wrong?"
Shakky had been staring at a newspaper for a long time, her brow furrowed and her face troubled. Rayleigh hurriedly asked her what was wrong.
Shakky sat motionless at the bar, as if under a spell. Even when the cigarette in her hand had nearly burned down, she paid it no attention.
A sudden sense of dread seized Rayleigh. He strode over and bent to glance at the paper, then froze. "What? Fisher Tiger is dead?"
"Yes. The leader from Fish-Man Island, with a bounty of 230 million Beli. Marine Vice Admiral Strawberry caught him in a trap, and he died from blood loss. What a shame. Fisher Tiger always kept an open heart toward humans, yet humans were the ones who killed him. First the villagers of Foolshout Island betrayed him, then the Marines ambushed him. When he was losing blood, not one person would give him a transfusion."
Shakky's face was grim. When her cigarette burned out, she lit another.
"Rayleigh, the Marines won't let Ye Chen go either. Once they find him, they'll send people to capture or