The sea between Whiskey Peak and Little Garden was not particularly vast. Even an ordinary old-fashioned three-masted sailing ship could cross between the two islands in four or five days under clear skies and calm seas.
David's Revenge had silently entered the outer waters of Little Garden in just one day and one night.
In fact, if it activated full-speed sailing mode or even switched directly to jet flight mode, that time could be cut by more than half.
But Dawn deliberately slowed the ship down for one reason alone—to provide the Flying Pirates with precise coordinates in real time and ensure that the following operation went off without a hitch.
In the common lounge, sunlight streamed through the portholes onto the polished floor, illuminating the girls' laughing figures.
Vivi sat in a circle with the girls who might one day become her sisters. Their conversation ranged from Alabasta's local customs to strange tales from the sea. Her face bore a long-lost, heartfelt smile. The restraint she had shown when first boarding the ship had long since vanished, replaced by the ease and comfort of growing familiar with everyone.
According to an unspoken rule of the Dawn Pirates, whenever they arrived at a new island, having everyone go ashore was neither practical nor necessary—everyone had different personalities. Some loved adventure, some preferred peace and quiet, while others feared unfamiliar environments.
Thus, selecting only some members to accompany the exploration became the default arrangement.
As for the male members, every one of them chose to remain aboard. In their eyes, rather than wasting time wandering around aimlessly, they might as well sweat it out in the training room.
David's Revenge was originally a colossal vessel designed to hold thousands of people. Now, the entire pirate crew numbered only fifty. Aside from