An unusual cloud drifted above the Grand Line.
All the other clouds drifted in one direction, but this cloud moved the opposite way like a born rebel.
There were four people on the cloud: Lott, Nami, Ling'er, and Robin.
Lott had originally intended to go to the West Blue alone. After all, he only planned to meet that Surgeon of Death.
Yet after so many days of intimate exchanges, Robin had taken on the air of a demure young woman and insisted on going to the West Blue with him.
Naturally, Nami and Ling'er also pestered Lott to take them along.
Lott had never known how to deal with these women's wheedling, so he could only agree, somewhat helplessly, to bring all three.
He had left word with Kuro, telling them to head to the New World first. He believed that with their strength and brains, Kuro and the others should be able to establish a foothold there ahead of him.
So Lott was in no hurry and made his way leisurely toward the West Blue.
"Hey, hey, Lott! What's the West Blue like? Is the scenery different from the East Blue? Could it be even prettier?"
Ling'er hugged Lott's arm, her face full of curiosity.
Lott shook his head. "Actually, I don't know either. But purely in terms of scenery, there probably isn't much difference."
Robin chuckled beside them. "The East Blue is called the weakest of the Four Blues, you know. There should be quite a few strong people in the West Blue. One careless mistake, and you might get thrown into the sea to feed the fish."
Hearing that, Ling'er couldn't help tightening her grip on Lott's arm as she looked around.
Nami protested from beside them, "Robin, don't casually say such scary things."
Lott chuckled inwardly.