The world was vast and boundless. Even the mightiest pirate crew could never take in every sight it had to offer.
Each era had its own iconic figures.
Nor could just anyone ascend to the throne of the world's greatest. Any change in its occupant was bound to draw the world's attention.
Two days had passed since River's battle with Dracule Mihawk.
Fresh reports, their headlines printed in scarlet, had already been sent around the world.
East Blue.
Thousands of meters above the sea, amid white clouds and a gentle breeze, a floating island drifted slowly through the sky.
Forests, rivers, lakes, and fields were clearly visible across the enormous island. Lively shouts rang out from the building at its highest point.
On the first floor, a large crowd of pirates had gathered, their voices filling the air.
Everyone was drinking. Plates of meat and other dishes were brought out in rapid succession, and excitement shone on their faces as they exchanged toasts.
From time to time, they glanced toward the higher floors, their eyes filled with awe and anticipation.
Every pirate present had come in response to a great figure's summons. Only that legendary man had the influence to gather so many pirates under one roof.
On the second floor, in a spacious room beside a window.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!
Metal rang against the floor, followed by an imposing figure striding toward the balcony outside the window.
He was tall and powerfully built, his presence majestic and commanding. His golden hair trailed all the way to the floor like a lion's mane. Stranger still, a ship's wheel protruded from his head.
Whoooosh!
As he stepped onto the open balcony, a sudden gust of wind sent his golden hair billowing.
Rustle, rustle!
The newspaper in his hand shook