"Crackle!"
The sound of burning wood suddenly rang out, and the rich aroma of meat kept drifting through the air.
On the shore of a desolate island in the New World, a group of men of all appearances sat around a fire.
The aromas of meat and liquor wafted out steadily, while lilting music played in the distance, accompanied by people singing and dancing.
"Shanks!"
"Big news!"
Suddenly, someone leaped down from the ship by the shore and ran toward them, leaving a trail of footprints in the sand.
Beside the bonfire, the Red-Haired One-Armed Man shook his bottle. Just as he was about to raise it, a puzzled look crossed his face, and he turned toward the newcomer.
"Big news!!"
The man shouted as he quickly reached them.
"Yasopp, what happened? What could have shocked even you this badly?"
Red-Haired Shanks asked with a smile.
"Dark King Rayleigh!"
"It's news about Dark King Rayleigh."
Yasopp took a deep breath and spoke loudly.
Then he handed Shanks the newspaper.
Looking puzzled, Shanks took it and glanced down. His expression changed in an instant. Everyone felt an overwhelming aura spread outward, making the air tremble and the bonfire before them flicker.
"What happened?"
Benn Beckman asked gravely.
He realized this was no ordinary matter. An everyday event would never have put such an expression on Red-Hair's face, one of the Four Emperors.
"Dark King Rayleigh fought the former Marine Admiral, Daytime Tiger River, at the Sabaody Archipelago. He died in the battle!"
Yasopp answered through gritted teeth.
"What did you say?!"
At those words, the other officers beside them paled in shock, then all turned toward Shanks at the center.
Red-Hair slowly exhaled. His expression shifted as he stared at the newspaper, until he finally rose to his feet.
Carrying his