He had his years as a reporter to thank for that. The stealth skills he had honed kept him hidden; otherwise, Baroque Works might have dealt with him before he ever met Kuta.
Firebird pushed those thoughts aside. Of course he wasn't going to tell Kuta any of this.
It would only prove he was a fool who couldn't be trusted with anything important.
There was nothing to gain from it.
He looked up at the blue line of water gradually appearing ahead, then turned to Kuta, who was leaning against his camel's back. "Silver Hair! We've reached the Sandora River!"
"Mm!"
Kuta answered and sat up, looking past the camel's head.
At the endless blue expanse before him, he couldn't help but marvel.
Who would have thought a desert kingdom on a desert island would have a river more than fifty kilometers wide?
If the sandstorms on this island weren't so severe, Alabasta probably would never have had a water shortage.
Behind Kuta, the Ahua Trio lay slumped over their camels' backs, heads drooping like dried-out fish.
They had camels and plenty of water.
But the desert's bone-dry air and the merciless sun overhead had drained them so thoroughly that it felt as though the desert had buried every last bit of their spirit.
Then they heard Firebird announce from up ahead that they had reached the Sandora River.
The Ahua Trio immediately straightened, their eyes lighting up as they looked ahead.
They were all Devil Fruit Users and feared water.
Yet right now, nothing sounded better than a long soak in cool water.
"A river!"
"It really is a river!"
The Ahua Trio gripped their reins and urged their camels forward.
"Hyah!"
They sped past Kuta and the others, charging toward the Sandora River.
Ice ### Clop, clop,