The True Cruelty of the Grand Line

They looked at the small sailboat and the people on it with the same anticipation they would feel for soldiers about to embark on a long journey.

At the bow of the Freedom, Kuta patted Bada on the shoulder, "Relax, with me here, no one can stop us from welcoming back your people."

"Yes! I believe in the boss."

"I already told you," Kuta paused on Bada's shoulder, then raised his hand and slapped him hard, "Don't call me boss!"

"You're almost forty, how can you call me, a mere seventeen-year-old, 'boss'?!"

Bada turned to look at Kuta, his expression serious, "Boss is just a term of respect, what's there for me to be embarrassed about? But you're the one who's strange!"

"I..."

Kuta withdrew his hand, pointed at himself, and a big question mark appeared above his head.

"Yeah! It's you, boss!"

"You may be young, but you're very strong! Isn't it normal for people to call you 'big brother'? Why are you so resistant and impatient?"

Kuta covered his forehead with his hand.

Is this because he doesn't allow others to call him "boss"?

After Bada regained his original appearance, he always had a dignified and serious look on his face, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

And this guy is indeed old enough to be considered his uncle.

It just feels awkward to have someone of my uncle's age call him "boss".

That's why he kept emphasizing, "Don't call me 'boss' anymore."

"I don't care, just stop calling me 'boss'."

"What's it called?"

"Just call me by my name."

"Oh! Kuta."

"Um..."

Kuta as he looked at Bada.

Bada looked at Kuta with hesitation in his eyes; he could indeed sense Kuta's goodwill.

To be honest, he was a little reluctant to call Kuta" boss" at first, but later Kuta agreed to help him and even removed his heart.

The Bullet on the board.

This made him willingly shout.

To be honest, he's a little reluctant to change his tune now!

But seeing that Kuta insisted on this, he had no choice but to change his mind.

"Empty, empty, Kuta."

He breathed a sigh of relief after calling out that name.

"Hahaha!! That's more like it!"

Kuta laughed loudly, turned to look at his ready companions, and roared.

"Brothers, let's go!"

"Good!"

In the wheelhouse, A-Tao gave the Ship's Rudder a sharp turn, and the Freedom began to move.

On the riverbank, under the watchful eyes of thousands, it slowly sailed out of the river and rushed into the boundless Sea.

Click!

After a flash of light, Firebird put down his Camera, forever capturing the hundreds of expectant figures on the riverbank in a photograph.

Waiting, waiting to send it all over the world along with the dozens of photos I took earlier in the Camera.

Kuta stood at the bow of the ship, staring blankly at the rising sun in the distance for a moment, then turned his head to look at Bada.

There should be a Marine Branch nearby!

"Um!"

After hearing this, Bada withdrew his gaze from the Eternal Pose on his wrist, raised his head, and looked to the left.

"Bass Island, the Marine G-10 Branch, and the Uninhabited Island we're heading to next form a triangle."

"So, how strong is this G-10 Branch?"

Upon hearing this, Kuta's eyes lit up.

"G-10 Branch?" Bada looked on with reminiscence. "The Base Commander of these branches is called 'Melason,' a veteran vice Vice Admiral from the same era as Vice Admiral Garp of the Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral. I've never seen his strength, but he must be very powerful!"

"Oh..."

"Was he from the same era as Garp?"

Kuta extended his right hand, stroked his chin, and then said, "I suppose this is the guy who assisted CP0 three years ago! You don't know his exact strength, so you're saying he didn't make a move three years ago?"

"I didn't know before I came back."

Bada thought for a moment, "But after I came back, I really didn't see him make a move."

"Um!"

Kuta nodded.

Most of the veterans in the Navy have their own sense of Justice, and this Melason might just be a true Justice Navy officer.

The naming of the World Government, even without taking action, reveals a great deal.

More information.

"Huh!"

Kuta suddenly raised his head, his eyes swirling with Nebula, and a flash of red light appeared.

"What's wrong?"

Bada looked into the distance, his eyes filled with doubt.

"It's alright. Do Pirates crews often come to Bass Island?"

"This is the first island on the Grand Line. Pirate Ship come here almost every day, sometimes more than one in a single day."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Even yesterday, it wasn't just your ship; yesterday afternoon, Bass Island welcomed a Pirate Ship as well."

"Meet?"

Kuta nodded. "I imagine your welcoming manner must have pleased them greatly!"

"Ha ha!!"

Bada an awkward smile.

Because yesterday at sunset, he welcomed Kuta and the others in the same way.

Just then, a Mast with a blood-red Pirates flag gradually appeared on the distant horizon.

Before long, a dilapidated, three-masted sailing ship, with its back to the rising sun, emerged from the water.

Looking at the Pirate Ship in the distance, Bada was puzzled.

How many years?

How many years had it been since he had seen Pirate Ship sailing in the morning?

These guys are real warriors!

They actually dared to cross the starting section of the Grand Line in the dead of night.

It's important to know that the starting section of the Grand Line has no islands at all, which makes the weather exceptionally Berserk at the beginning of this voyage.

Every year, a large number of ships perish along this stretch of the voyage.

If anyone dares to salvage from this initial stretch of sea, it would be hard for them not to make a fortune!

Below lies the burial site of countless rookie Pirates crews.

Of course, merchant ships were also present.

"Boss, there are two small sailboats ahead."

On the dilapidated sailboat, the lookout lowered his binoculars and shouted at the people resting on the deck below.

"There's a boat, a boat!"

Upon hearing the shouts, the Pirates immediately stood up and rushed to the bow of the ship.

That night felt like being in the Demon Sea; of the hundreds of companions on their ship, less than half remained.

The warship beneath them, a dominant force in the North Blue, nearly perished along with them last night.

Even now, it has reached the point where it could disintegrate at any moment.

Chapter 30 The True Cruelty of the Grand Line

"Get out of the way."

Just then, a violent voice suddenly came from behind the Pirates.

Upon hearing the sound, the Pirates quickly made way for them.

A huge, muscular figure walked over.

The person who arrived was over 4 meters tall; standing among the Pirates, he was undoubtedly Giants.

Thump--!

Thump--!

Thump--!

The Giants's footsteps on the deck caused the dilapidated sailboat beneath him to tremble, as if it were about to disintegrate at any moment.

He stood at the bow of the boat, watching the two small boats approaching in the distance, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

There are ships, one of which looks like a merchant ship, so there must be an island ahead.

Although his arrogance led his Pirates crew to sail at night, resulting in half the crew members being killed and the ship being severely damaged.

But it doesn't matter.

They were Pirates, vicious Pirates. They could rob ships if they didn't have ships, and recruit people if they didn't have people. As long as they had money, they could have anything.

The large sailboat he was standing on was the one they had stolen.

As for his subordinates, as long as he is there, his Pirates crew will remain.

"Boss, it looks like another Pirate Ship over there. Should we go over?"

Snap--!

The Giants then slapped his subordinate across the face.

Who do you think I am?

"Move the boat to that spot."

"Yes."

The Pirates excitedly adjusted their course and rushed straight towards the Freedom.

This is no longer the time to be slow. As long as we seize the opportunity, we don't care about this dilapidated ship we're on.

"Huh!"

At the bow of the Freedom, watching the Pirate Ship suddenly turn around and head straight for them, Kuta murmured in surprise.

I just checked the flight path; the other side shouldn't be on the same flight path as them.

Now that we're turning back, are we going to rob them?

"Interesting!"

He planned to ignore them and get to the uninhabited island where the Bass citizens were being held as soon as possible.