"Hey... aren't you taking us?"
Seeing Ye Chen lead the others ashore, Pizarro shouted in protest, "We've been cooped up on the ship all day. It's driving me crazy. What's wrong with letting us walk around the island?"
Ye Chen shook his head. "You're hard to please. Could you walk around whenever you liked back in Impel Down? Apart from the Seastone cuffs on your wrists, I've given you plenty of freedom. Stay here and behave. Gin, keep an eye on those two."
"Don't worry!"
Gin waved the Iron Cane in his hand and answered coldly.
"Stay put, or I'll throw you into the sea."
"Come on, Pizarro, be satisfied with what you've got. It's only two years. They'll pass before you know it," Loka said kindly.
Pizarro gritted his teeth. With nothing else to do, he lay down on the deck and went to sleep.
"Hey, that's mine! Stop helping yourself to my cigars."
As they walked, Ye Chen suddenly stopped, turned around, and casually pulled a cigar from Smoker's breast pocket. He had done it so often that it felt natural. Smoker could only glare at him.
Every time Ye Chen took one, he put it between his lips and waited for Smoker to light it. Only then was he satisfied.
Click.
Grinding his teeth, Smoker lit Ye Chen's cigar. He smokes my cigars and makes me light them for him. The nerve of him.
"Smoker, you and I are alike," Ye Chen said as they walked on.
Smoker gave a disgruntled snort. "Don't flatter yourself. You may be a Shichibukai now, but you're still a pirate with a long list of crimes. Plenty of people want you captured. The government, the Celestial Dragons—how many of them have you crossed?"
Ye Chen smiled, unconcerned. "We're both straightforward people.