Facing the Navy captain, whose voice trembled as he suppressed his fear and demanded an answer, Rossi merely waved a hand.
"These three ships are our Family's spoils. Remember to hand them over to the people coming to collect them."
"Huh?"
"Yes... understood."
Just as the Navy captain instinctively answered, the ship named Cold Crow · Numancia Flamingo
had already slipped quietly through the suddenly silent killing ground, heading toward the giant grove island numbered fifty.
Areas fifty through fifty-nine housed most of the Sabaody Archipelago's shipyards and coating craftsmen.
Any ship wishing to reach the second half of the Grand Line-the waters known as the "New World"-
had to have its hull wrapped in a special resin coating here, then descend ten thousand meters beneath the sea and pass through the enormous underwater passage where Fish-Man Island lay, crossing the Red Line that spanned the world.
Rossi knew that the legendary pirate was probably already in area thirteen, working as a coating craftsman and staying in Shakky's bar, living a life that could be called "leisurely"
in a certain sense.
But he had no intention of disturbing him.
The man had just experienced his captain's death, and both his strength and his emotions were at their peak and their most unstable. Approaching him rashly would probably not end pleasantly.
If a disagreement earned Rossi a beating for no reason, that truly would be an undeserved disaster.
Rossi had a clear understanding of his own strength, and knew that there was still a distance between him and those at the summit that forced him to look up at them.
Thus, after finding the most skilled coating craftsman on island fifty to give the Cold Crow · Numancia Flamingo
its crucial protective layer, the Family took the helm, slowly angled the