Handwritten Notes

Luffy and the others headed toward Arlong Park as well.

Along the way, they saw wanted posters of Johnny and Jonathan.

"So those two got captured. No wonder we hadn't run into them for so long."

Usopp rubbed his chin as he studied the two men in the posters. They appeared to have been tied up, and honestly, they looked truly miserable when they cried.

"Then I'll rescue all three of them together. I just happened to want to ask Nami why she left. She's my navigator!"

Luffy rolled up his sleeves and strode forward, only to spot a familiar figure.

"Hey, Nami!"

"Luffy, what are you talking about? How could Nami possibly be here?"

Usopp laughed and patted Luffy on the shoulder. When he looked up, he saw Nami walking alone ahead of them, her back looking hurried and panicked.

"Nami really is here? What a coincidence."

Nami, who was walking ahead, heard Luffy's voice and stopped. Her gaze was cold and hollow.

These people had probably come to rescue those two useless idiots. How enviable.

She could only rely on herself.

"I'm an officer of the Arlong Pirates. You came here to rescue those two, didn't you?"

"Miss Nami, what are you talking about? Why do you look so exhausted?"

Sanji hurried over to Nami, his face filled with delight.

After studying her closely, he noticed that her hands were covered in blood, her hair was disheveled, and the bloodshot veins in her eyes looked terrifying.

"This has nothing to do with you. Come back later. I have something to discuss with Arlong."

Nami left those words behind indifferently, then turned and continued forward.

Anyone could tell that something was terribly wrong with Nami in her current state.

"What happened?"

"Hey, Nami! Aren't you my navigator?! Where are you trying to run off to?!"

Luffy shouted, still not understanding what was going on.

At the sound of Luffy's voice, Nami's body stiffened. That idiot still considered her part of their Pirate Crew.

"I'm not your navigator. Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"Huh? Why not? You clearly already promised me. I don't care, you're my navigator."

Luffy puffed out his cheeks and refused to look at Nami, turning his face to the side.

It had to be said that Luffy was unexpectedly stubborn when it came to finding companions.

"Are you sick or something?!"

Nami finally snapped. Slowly lowering her head, she burst into tears. How was she supposed to stay strong after words like that? She clearly didn't want to trouble them anymore.

The others quietly watched Nami vent her emotions. They were already companions now. Why would companions care about such things?

Nami actually knew her own strength too. She simply couldn't defeat Arlong.

Perhaps before she even got close to Arlong, the other officers would take her out first.

"Luffy... sob... help me. Help me!"

Luffy sighed, walked over to Nami, removed the straw hat from his head, and placed it on hers.

"I won't allow anyone to bully my navigator."

Sanji silently lit a cigarette, Usopp readied his slingshot, and Zoro yawned before quietly following behind Luffy.

Meanwhile, Villager had already brought Moyun to the village chief's house.

"Village Chief, someone is here to see you!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Oh my, who could be looking for me? Has Nami returned?"

The village chief opened the door and saw several strangers standing outside.

"You are?"

The smile on the village chief's face swiftly disappeared as he looked at them with alert suspicion.

"Do you remember me? I left a handwritten journal here before."

"You are...?"

Olvia removed the mask from her face. Her silver hair was exceptionally eye-catching, and she had unusually deep-set eyes for a woman, along with a pair of dark green eyes.

The village chief scrutinized her for a long while. He seemed to remember a woman like her, but she did not appear to have been this young.

"I remember you, but you didn't seem to look like this before."

"Yes, some things happened. I came here to take back what I left here before."

Olvia gave a bitter smile. There were already many things she could no longer remember.

She could only rely on her journal to recall them.

"I know, I know. I remember now. I've kept your things safe all this time."

The village chief trembled as he walked over to a bookshelf, stood on tiptoe, and took down a notebook from the top shelf.

The notebook had already begun to yellow, and a great deal of dust had settled on it.

"Time really does pass quickly."

The village chief handed the notebook to Olvia. "When you came here before, Arlong wasn't on this island yet."

Olvia eagerly took the notebook. The instant it landed in her hands, her memories of the East Blue suddenly became much clearer.

"Then we'll take our leave. Sorry for the trouble."

"Alright, alright. Go on, go on."

After leaving the village chief's house, Moyun clasped his hands behind his back and idly kicked at the pebbles on the ground.

"Olvia, is there a Poneglyph nearby?"

Olvia was flipping through her journal. When she heard Moyun's question, she froze for a moment. There should not have been one on this island.

But according to what was written in her notes, there was one on a small island not far from here.

The journal did not record what was written on the Poneglyph. Olvia had not wanted to write such things down.

"No. There's Sea Root Island nearby. That island is very small, but there seems to be an underground space where one is stored."

Because the island was simply too small and had no resources worth exploiting, yet was filled with danger, even pirates would not easily set foot there.

"I didn't expect there to really be one in the East Blue."

Moyun muttered, "Good! We'll set off right now!"

When Moyun and the others reached the shore, they discovered that several fierce-looking Fish-men had surrounded their ship.

One exceptionally huge Fish-man had even started reaching for their ship.

"How much longer do we have to wait?!"

"What are you so anxious about? Can't you see that Mr. Oobi hasn't said anything?"

The Fish-men whispered among themselves when a voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Hey, thanks for watching our ship. We're back now, so you can leave."

"Oh, okay."

Wait, who was watching the ship for him?!

"What did you say?!"

"Oh, so you only just realized? Looks like fish really do think a little slowly."

Moyun swore he had no racial prejudice, except toward these Fish-men who wanted to lay their hands on his ship!