They crossed Reverse Mountain.
The currents from the Four Blues surged furiously, sweeping the sailing ship toward the Grand Line.
The slightest carelessness could leave them crushed by the seawater converging from the Four Blues.
Fortunately, the Archaeology Ship was built for scholars to search the world for Poneglyphs and ancient ruins.
It was sturdy enough to withstand these turbulent waves.
Shane stood at the bow. Before him lay waters that seemed calm but actually defied human understanding.
Ahead, a gigantic whale tilted its head toward the sky, foolishly waiting for its companions to return from their voyage around the world.
But the Grand Line was no ordinary sea. For many who ventured out, it was not half a lifetime away, but a lifetime that ended beneath the waves.
"What a huge whale! So cute!"
It was also Olvia's first time leaving Ohara.
Of course, to be precise, it was her first time leaving the Four Blues.
"We're going to run into that weirdo again."
Kaido was, after all, someone with a reputation in the New World.
How could he not know Crocus, who had spent decades at Twin Cape?
Of course.
Crocus was only in his thirties now.
But he had already waited twelve years for Laboon's companions, and there were still ten years before Roger would invite him aboard.
However, Roger had invited Crocus out to sea when he first crossed Reverse Mountain.
"Laboon, those aren't the fellows who love music and parties."
"They're probably a bunch of wet-behind-the-ears kids."
How could the battle behind the mountain have escaped Crocus's Observation Haki?
This man, who would return here thirty-eight years later and remain beyond the Marines' ability to capture even when they knew he had been a member of the Roger Pirates, possessed considerable strength.
Laboon blinked its