And paid maternity leave, too!
"Quick, let me see the baby."
Good craned his head to look at the little one in the swaddling blanket. That pointed head, and the sprout-like hair on top of it, looked exactly like Marco's.
"Marcopineapple?"
"It's Painapulu!"
Marco's face darkened as he stressed the name. Sure, his favorite food was pineapple, but that didn't mean his child was a pineapple too!
"Isn't that still pineapple?"
In a certain language, the word for pineapple sounded like Painapulu.
Good laughed and took out a gift box.
"A present for the child."
"What is it?"
Marco accepted the gift box, unable to contain his curiosity. A gift from the Underworld's great god of wealth was bound to be extraordinary.
He opened the gift box, revealing a gleaming golden pineapple.
Made of gold, it was worth a fortune!
Even its green leaves were carved from gemstones!
Marco's face turned black as the bottom of a pot.
"Why is it still a pineapple?!!!"
Chapter 225: Prepare for war, Whitebeard!
Naturally, Painapulu's birthday banquet was held aboard the Moby Dick. Apart from Ace, who was far away in the first half of the seas, all the other division commanders had returned to the ship.
The captains under their banner were there too.
Every last one of them had come.
To avoid disturbances from outsiders, the Moby Dick had deliberately moored near the Hoenn Residential Community's inner harbor, a little way from shore.
"Pops, I'll sit here."
The giant Little Oars Jr. sat beside the ship, his backside submerged in the seawater. He was simply too big for the deck to accommodate him.
The other captains gathered on deck.
The last gathering this lively had been over a decade ago, and they wanted to take this opportunity to enjoy a proper