"Tch. Little White's already enough of a glutton, and now we've got another one? Hey, Long Nose, even if we fill the ship's storeroom with food, it won't last those two three days, will it?"
Kaku thought for a moment before answering Enel. "We've expanded the storeroom. Little White also hunts in the sea, so he eats some of what he catches. A full storeroom would last him about five days if he ate his usual amount."
Little White had never truly eaten his fill. The more he ate, the longer he needed to sleep to absorb the nutrients. To stay awake for at least a few hours each day, he stopped when he was only about two-thirds full.
Lin Mo had never told Kaku and the others this, but Kaku was quick on the uptake. Though he hadn't connected Little White's appetite to how long he slept, he could tell Little White always had room for more after a meal.
Kaku didn't dwell on it. "Ace eats a lot less than Little White, but he could still put away three times what you do. He'll go through food pretty fast. A storeroom's worth would probably last three or four days, but with Little White around, we don't need to worry. He can catch fish for us."
"So what?" Enel snapped. "If we eat fish every day, we'll turn into fish. This Thunder God wants meat and fruit! No, we can't let this brat keep eating like that. Hey, stop eating!"
As he spoke, Enel reached for the chicken leg in Ace's hand.
Ace was faster. He stripped it clean in an instant.
"Damn you!" Enel growled. "Do you have a death wish?"
Ace picked up a pie, took one bite, and started snoring. He had fallen asleep sitting up,