Golden Lion's Travels (1)

East Blue, Loguetown.

Dawn was just breaking over the snow-covered town beneath a spotless sky.

A full ten months had passed since Pirate King Roger's execution, but the impact of his final declaration was still plain to see on this island.

As the gateway from the East Blue to the Grand Line, the town saw pirate ships enter its harbor every day.

The Execution Platform where Pirate King Roger had died had become a sacred place to pirates. They came to pay their respects every day, making it the busiest spot in Loguetown.

The Marines stationed in Loguetown had assigned a squad to patrol the area daily, but they still could not stop the practice. In time, they had no choice but to put up with it.

Along the central street leading to the Execution Platform stood a luxury clothing store.

It had welcomed a very strange customer early that morning.

Judging by his burly frame and vicious face alone, he was no good man. But the shopkeepers did not care. He spent so freely that they could overlook anything.

Before a huge fitting mirror, two attendants worked up a sweat helping him change from one lavish outfit to the next. None satisfied the man standing before the glass.

Only when he tried on the thirty-second outfit did Shiki, a cigar clenched between his teeth and a ship's wheel lodged in his head, look somewhat pleased. He turned from side to side before the mirror and said,

"Jahahaha... Not bad. This is the one. Get me a few more sets to take with me."

"Of course, sir! We'll prepare them right away!"

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands excitedly, his eyes fixed on the bag of jewels the man had tossed onto the counter when he came in. He paid no