East Blue.
Once hailed as the strongest of the four seas, it had even produced legendary pirates such as Pirate King Roger.
But now, after the Marines' purge decades ago, it had fallen to become the weakest sea.
Yet certain people in this world always held a unique affection and attachment to these waters.
White clouds dotted the azure sky. Looking up from the sea, one could see a faint black speck alongside the few soaring seagulls.
No one knew that it was a massive island suspended in the air.
Called Floating Island, it was the territory of Golden Lion Shiki, once one of the three great legends.
At that moment, inside the pavilion at the highest point of Floating Island.
Countless quiet conversations drifted through the spacious hall on the first floor, blending into a humming buzz like thousands of insects beating their wings in unison.
Low tables lined both sides of the central aisle, laden with wine and fruit that gave off a sweet fragrance.
Behind the tables sat pirates with stern, ferocious faces and imposing presences, their backs held straight.
They were pirate captains from all over the world who had answered that great man's summons. Now they sat cross-legged before the low tables, waiting in silence.
Since arriving several days earlier, they had yet to meet the legendary pirate. Still, none showed the slightest dissatisfaction; they were exceptionally patient.
One of the world's three great legends, Golden Lion Shiki, known as the Flying Pirate, had once driven even Pirate King Roger into a desperate corner. His reputation alone was more than enough to warrant their wait.
The rule among pirates was simple: the strong ruled supreme!
Fame, wealth, status-all the things people scrambled after were there for the taking if one had the strength.
And today