Blackbeard Pirates

Oak's strange behavior made both Nami and Robin look at him with odd expressions.

"What's gotten into him this time?"

Nami exchanged looks with Robin, and Robin returned her gaze.

"No idea!"

The two were extremely in sync. Perhaps it was because they had played so much Fight the Landlord together.

"Forget it. I can't be bothered with him!"

Nami rolled her eyes, too lazy to care what Oak was thinking. Her gaze searched both sides of the street, lingering especially long on the clothing stores. Ever since getting together with Oak, her clothes had been wearing out much faster. Sometimes, a new outfit did not even last two days before it was ruined. Combined with a woman's natural love of beauty, she had developed the habit of crazily buying all kinds of pretty clothes whenever they reached an island. Robin was more or less the same.

The two gathered together and commented on the clothes displayed in the windows of the nearby shops one by one, discussing whether there was anything suitable worth buying.

Because of that, their attention was drawn to the clothes in the shop windows, and they failed to notice what was ahead of them.

With a thud, a sickly white horse collapsed headfirst right in front of them, startling them badly. Its owner fell with it—a man who looked as though he were at death's door, critically ill. His face was pale and unhealthy. He wore a tattered gray fur coat and a black hat, while his grayish-white hair was braided into two pigtails that hung over his chest.

"Cough, cough~"

Pinned beneath the sickly white horse, he coughed violently, looking exactly like a frail patient in critical condition.

Seeing this, Robin did not move. She merely frowned at the man on the ground, finding