Walking half a step behind Kuta, Jinbe, who was taller and bigger than him, only had to lower his head slightly to see what was drawn on the shell in Kuta's hand
and make out what it was.
"It does look like a map." Kuta kept walking as he spoke. "Do you recognize the coordinates on it?"
Jinbe looked away, his eyes thoughtful. After a moment, he said, "No. The New World is vast. If it were in the waters around the Red Line, I might know, but I don't recognize the coordinates recorded here."
"Never mind."
Kuta lowered his hand and looked down as he tucked the shell into the Space Bag. "If we don't know, we don't know!"
"It's just a little trinket I picked up on a whim anyway. If we come across it someday, we can go on an adventure."
He raised his head and stopped, looking up at the tall, lavish entrance before him. Then he turned and gave Ace, who stood beside the fat, red fish-man, a meaningful look.
He had wondered why this guy was so eager to act as their guide. So he wanted to use their wallets to treat himself to a feast!
Meeting Kuta's gaze, Ace quickly raised his head and flashed a sincere grin.
After all, it was hard to be brazen when someone else was feeding you.
For a man devoted to eating, showing a little sincerity for the sake of his stomach and the delicious food to come was nothing to be ashamed of.
The moment he saw Kuta and the others, he had thought of the food here.
He might have been the commander of the Whitebeard Pirates' Second Division, but he did not have much money.
Their crew was unlike other pirate crews. They did