Loguetown.
The arrival of the Straw Hat Pirates caused a brief panic here.
These days, no one went to sea to stir up trouble anymore. At most, they would hurry to Reverse Mountain, then modify their ships and find a way to reach Sky Island as quickly as possible.
Yet something seemed different this year. Large numbers of young pirates had emerged, making names for themselves before they even reached Reverse Mountain.
Among those who had shot to fame, Straw Hat Luffy already ranked in the top three, drawing attention with his bounty of fifty million Beli.
"There are far too many people these days who've never seen the world. When this old man was young, I even saw pirates with bounties over a hundred million!"
"See? It was right here in Loguetown. Back then, the Old Gods, the Celestial Dragons, threw their weight around here. Thousands upon thousands of airships appeared, and that great man didn't even have to act himself to send the Celestial Dragons scurrying away with their heads in their hands."
The tavern owner kept talking to himself, even letting out a sigh.
"What a shame. Ever since Roger died, pirates have become a thing of the past. Now people call themselves flying pirates, flying back and forth above the clouds all day long."
"Some even go out to sea specifically to salvage wrecked Sky Island ships. Those hunks of iron fetch quite a few Beli once they're recycled."
Hardly any young people would believe what he said.
Yet two young men in the tavern had stars in their eyes.
"Please, tell us more! Tell me about Roger!"
A boy with green hair styled into a crest spoke eagerly.
His dream was to become a pirate, but flying pirates were what was popular now.
People generally