New World, Botchiballarta Island.
David's Revenge lay quietly anchored on the sea beyond the harbor. Its massive hull resembled a giant beast lurking beneath the waves, its hatches tightly sealed, while the ferocious dragon head at the bow seemed to gleam.
The nearby shoreline was littered with charred corpses. They were pirates and bounty hunters who had coveted this legendary warship and come to try their luck.
They had not even gotten within a hundred meters of the ship before Enel's lightning blasted them into charcoal. Their twisted bodies were embedded in the sand, becoming the most silent yet deadly warning on this chaotic island.
The island's only town was crowded and bustling, its main street a chaotic mix of people from every walk of life.
Pirates, merchants, gangsters, disguised Marines, and World Government spies mingled together. Shouts, curses, the crisp clatter of dice, and the sound of shattering bottles never ceased. Chaos and prosperity intertwined here, the most typical sight of an outlaw haven in the New World.
Amidst that clamor, four figures strolled along at an unhurried pace, utterly out of place with the wild madness around them.
Robin walked on the far left, wearing a fitted ivory dress. Her long black hair was loosely pinned behind her head with a simple wooden hairpin, exposing her slender, fair neck and arms.
She held an ancient history book she had just picked up from an old bookstall, her fingertips lightly brushing over its yellowed pages. A gentle, composed smile remained on her lips.
No matter how many hostile, greedy eyes fell upon her, they did nothing to dampen her interest in the book. It was as though all the noise around her had nothing to do with her.
Ulti walked beside her in a bright pink bodycon dress that