"What's a Tea Party, Lott?" Nami had never heard of such a thing, and even Robin knew nothing about it.
Lott explained to them what the Tea Party was.
Robin thought for a moment and said, "Lott, this is clearly a trap disguised as a feast. There's a good chance she sees how strong we are and wants to make us her subordinate pirate crew."
Lott naturally understood that too. It was an open scheme, and going or not going would both be a headache.
He took a white piece of card from System Space and laid it on his palm. The card was moving in one direction.
"Let's go."
With that, he steered the ship in the direction the card was moving.
"Hey, hey, hey, the weather in the New World is way too weird! You can't even call that a downpour. The water falls in huge clumps! And the hailstones are bigger than the ship!"
Ling'er complained about the New World's weather the entire way. If Nami hadn't been able to predict the weather in advance, she might have already worked herself to death.
Nami was also at a loss for words about the New World's weather. One second the sky was clear, and the next, the air pressure changed.
Robin sat beneath a parasol on the deck with a book in her hands. "I thought I was going to die in the New World."
Lott smiled at that and said, "Actually, the New World's weather is much like Paradise's. Both are affected by the surrounding islands. Once we reach an island with a mild climate, the weather will improve."
"Lott, look! There's a pirate ship up ahead!"
Ling'er's voice came from the bow. Lott slowly walked over, while Nami and Robin rose from beneath the parasol