Portgas D. Ace

It was strange, really.

He had killed so many bats on the beach last night, yet when he got up that morning, not a single one remained. Even the blood seemed to have been absorbed by the island, leaving not a drop behind.

That was nature's ability to evolve!

No matter who you were, even a god, once you died, you were nothing more than a lump of meat in another animal's mouth.

After breakfast, the group set off again, refreshed after what amounted to a day's vacation and a wonderful night's sleep.

What interesting things would await them next?

Let us look forward to finding out.

The New World.

Unknown Waters.

An enormous sailing ship that looked like a real white whale sailed steadily toward the Unknown Land, accompanied by smaller sailing ships of the same white-whale design.

The enormous vessel pressed down on the sea like the ruler of these waters, leaving the waves unusually calm rather than turbulent.

A tall, powerfully built man sat at the far end of its arena-like deck. Though IV tubes were inserted into his arm, they did nothing to diminish his imposing presence.

At that moment, however, he had abandoned his usual air of authority and was cautiously reaching for a wine jar beside him.

Bang!

Just as his hand was about to touch the jar, an arm that looked slender compared with his own reached over and slapped a hand down on it.

"Pops, how many times have I told you? With your health, you really shouldn't drink while you're on an IV."

Following that hand upward revealed a man with a pineapple-shaped hairstyle.

He stared helplessly at the tall, imposing man. "Honestly, how many times do I have to say it before you listen?"

These two were none other