The Fifth Private Car

February 6, Sea Circle Calendar 1527.

Grand Line, Jaya Island.

The island was shaped like a skull with half of it bitten away. In Mock Town on its western side, pirates filled the air with noise and stench.

Dawn stood on the shore, calmly watching the distant horizon.

"My birthday present is here?"

A familiar voice came from beside him. Robin stood with her hands behind her back, her long black hair cascading down her back, her—

"Nothing here looks particularly interesting, either. If I'm not satisfied later, I might put up a fight tonight."

Dawn's mouth twitched.

"Couldn't you put that a little more delicately? And how can you say that without blushing? You were pretty cute when you blushed as a child."

"Why would I blush?"

A look of disdain crossed Robin's face.

"Don't treat me like a child. We've been together for years. Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are?"

Her bluntness left Dawn speechless. He shook his head and said nothing more. After checking their direction, he suddenly swept Robin up in his arms.

He moved so fast that she barely had time to cry out before he was holding her against his chest.

An invisible, spherical gravity field formed around them. Then they shot into the sky like a cannonball, heading straight for the clouds.

Within minutes, they had climbed past seven thousand meters and entered a world of pure white.

The White Sea was an ocean of clouds, gleaming softly beneath the sun.

Dawn did not stop. He flew higher and higher, until they passed ten thousand meters and reached the White-White Sea.

The first thing that greeted them was not Sky Island's distinctive buildings or scenery, but a golden city.

The entire city was built of gold—golden walls,