The Pirate Who Turned Down Red-Hair's Invitation

Marco had already put away his blue-flame wings. Rather than hurry back to the Moby Dick, he decided to go with Lin Mo and the others.

Enel saw him coming and said flatly, "Hey, why are you following us?"

"You came to the dock to repair or refit your ship, right?" Marco said. "I know the owner here. I can introduce you."

"Hey, hold on. You're from out of town, aren't you? Whatever you need, say it out here. Outsiders can't just walk into the factory."

A shipwright in work clothes stepped in front of Lin Mo and the others.

"We're looking for Iceburg," Marco said.

The shipwright paused. "Mr. Iceburg? He went out this morning and hasn't come back yet. Do you need a ship repaired, want to buy one, or have some personal business with him?"

Marco pointed at the Flying Ship. "A repair, probably."

The shipwright glanced at the oddly shaped vessel parked outside the dock. "A repair? What's wrong with it? Mind if I take a look first?"

Marco looked at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo nodded.

Marco gestured for the shipwright to go ahead.

The shipwright immediately jogged over to the Flying Ship and gave it a quick inspection.

Lin Mo looked around. Beyond the low fences on either side of the gate marked with a large number one, he could see into the factory, but not a single face he remembered seeing here was in sight.

By his reckoning, CP9's people should have arrived in Water 7 to go undercover around now.

CP9 was a secret intelligence agency directly under the World Government, a group of agents trained to carry out covert operations.

They had infiltrated Water 7—and would remain undercover here for years—to win the trust of Iceburg, who held the blueprints for the