I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 12. Food City Puji.

Garp's room inside the warship.

There were two Den Den Mushi on the table by the window, one ordinary pink and white, and the other chubby milky white, both wearing a navy hat on their heads.

Messer sat on the sofa, feeding the two little snail-like creatures with green leaves.

Although Moses has not yet truly manifested the gift of [Taming], he is still confident in raising these little creatures.

No technical content is required.

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Suddenly, the pink and white Den Den Mushi came into action, opened its mouth and started screaming. Messer turned to look at Garp who was taking a nap on the bed.

"Master"

As soon as he shouted a word, Karp climbed out of bed, walked over yawning and answered the call.

Kacha!

It was impossible to tell who was on the other side of the Den Den Mushi. It seemed that the person was disguised so that the Den Den Mushi could not imitate their appearance. Garp answered the phone with an unhappy look.

"Hello, hello, this is Garp. Who are you? I'm on vacation right now. Don't come to me no matter what. I won't let you sleep in the middle of the day."

After he finished speaking, he waited for a few seconds. Seeing that the other party still didn't speak, Garp couldn't help but bulge the veins on his forehead. "I'll count to three. If you don't speak, I'm hanging up. Three."

He made a "tsk" sound. He would not tolerate such a bored person. Just as he was about to hang up, a familiar voice came from the other side:

"I'm relieved to hear you're still so spirited, old man."

Garp glanced at the white Den Den Mushi calmly.

Prevent telephone bugs from eavesdropping.

The effect is just like its name.

Hearing the voice, he knew who was on the other side. His expression became silent. After a few seconds, Karp's expression became irritable:
"If you have something to say, say it. If you have something to fart, fart it. Don't forget who you are now."

The other side was silent as well.

"Old man, I have a son, and you have a grandson. You know, I'm not in a good condition to take care of him now. You should take care of him."

Garp's eyes suddenly widened, his mouth opened uncontrollably, and after being stunned for several seconds, he uttered a sentence with trembling lips:

"Really my grandson? You didn't lie to me, you little bastard. Are there any women who like you? Which woman is blind?"

The voice on the other end became somewhat subdued, as if filled with anger: "Do you want it or not? Just give me the answer. If you don't want it, I promise you'll never see him again in your life."

Garp smacked his lips and said, "Time and place, tell me. Since he's my grandson, I won't let you bully me around anymore."

"You know that small island that takes a day to sail from Water City to Judicial Island near the doldrums. We'll meet there in ten days and die."

Kacha!

Garp glared at Den Den Mushi with a puff of his beard, holding the receiver in his hand, and cursed, "You bastard."

He cursed and turned to look at Moses who was listening quietly.

"Don't you think so? What kind of person is this? He can't even ask for help properly. If he wasn't my son, and he's so good at hiding, I would break his legs."

"You'll be able to see him in ten days. We'll talk about it then. If you want to break his leg, that day will be a good opportunity. Right, old man?"

"what"

As soon as he finished speaking, Moses covered his head with his hands. Tears welled up in his eyes due to the pain and he felt pain in his brain.

"You bastard, do you want to kill me?"

Cap laughed sinisterly, "That woman Doriel isn't here. Think before you speak. What should you call me?"

Moses: “.”

"I was wrong, Grandpa. You're the best. I'm weak and can't handle your beatings. Save your strength for your son."

Moses was a good boy and did not suffer any loss in front of him. He was very happy.

Karp: “?”

He was stunned for two seconds, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, are you trying to make me laugh to death, Messer? Are you weak? Do you think I'm a fool? Although your aura is strange, your physical fitness is not like that of a child."

When Garp said this, surprise flashed in his eyes. He was indeed worthy of being that guy's son. He was even more monstrous than that little Ace.

In terms of physical fitness, he is even stronger than the bastard who just called. Thinking of this, Karp narrowed his eyes slightly, "Messer, do you want to become stronger? If you do, grandpa will teach you."

The way Mercer looked at Cap always made him feel a little uneasy, as if he had "unclear" intentions.

He shook his head quickly.

"I'm weak, and if I start exercising now, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it."

"You're not done yet, are you?" Garp's eyes twitched. "If you keep saying you're weak, I'll give you a full-body relaxation treatment right now."

"Forget it, I'm not as weak as I say. Doctor Dolly has been treating me with medicinal food all these years."

"Then you... Oh, forget it. Let's talk about it in two years. I was just impatient."

Messer said "Oh" and quickly changed the subject. "Grandpa, the person on the other end of the phone just now said you have a grandson. Are you happy?"

"Asshole, aren't you my grandson? What do you mean by that?" Karp frowned and looked at Messer unkindly: "Listen carefully, you are my grandson, this is a fact that no one can change. Don't speak in that tone in the future.

You are very smart. I know you have discovered that we are not related by blood, but remember, you are my grandson."

Surprise flashed in Mercer's eyes. "How did you know?"

"Tsk, you two brothers are the same. Ace noticed something as soon as he could remember. He asked me why his name was Portgas D. Ace and mine was Monkey D. Garp. He asked me why we had different last names, who my biological parents were, and whether they were still alive.

I didn't say it, I just told him that I would tell him when you come, so the boy was even more looking forward to your arrival.

And you're even more mature than Ace. If he can spot a problem, I don't believe you can't. Grandpa is also very curious, why don't you ever ask? "

Messier listened quietly to Karp's explanation. As for the reason, he knew everything, but he couldn't say it out loud.

then.

"I've been living a good life, both before and now. It doesn't matter whether I know or not. Since it's nothing, there's no need to ask. But since you said you'd talk about it when we're together, there's no need for me to ask now. I'll know then."

After finishing speaking, Messer patted his cheeks and looked at Karp with a smile: "Master, let's not talk about those things anymore. Let's talk about how you will deal with your son.

From what you said just now, it seems like he has some difficulties. You guys broke up and you are still very upset with him.

How about I go with you then, hand your grandson to me, and then you go and beat your son."

Karp couldn't help but nodded, but then he looked at Messi with a subtle expression.

"Did you just take advantage of me, you little bastard? Watch me."

The next moment, Cap's fist landed on Messer's head.

Messi dodged and used his Observation Haki, but even though he had moved away, he was still hit on the head by Garp's suddenly outstretched arm.

Messer leaned tiredly on the sofa with a look of reluctance on his face, but Cap smiled.

A face full of joy.

Eating, sleeping and beating grandchildren, this life is not bad.

Good for physical and mental health.

"Want a snack? I'll ask the ship's cook to make it for you."

"A glass of apple juice, three pounds of barbecue, a plate of French fries, and some dried fruit."

Karp laughed happily and said:
"That's a nice thought. I want to eat those things too, but they don't exist. There are only dried sweet potato chips, which are inedible."

Messer sighed.

"Eat."

Garp took out two bags of sweet potato chips from the bedside table and poured two cups of tea and water. They each took a bag and sat on the sofa, eating and drinking. Garp went out for a while, and then Messier noticed that the warship had changed course and was sailing rapidly in the other direction with the current.

……

As time passed, the warships passed through many islands and stopped at several prosperous island ports for supplies.

A week later, on the clear blue sea.

Sunny weather.

deck.

Mercer sat on the wooden dog head at the bow, watching with interest the marines training on the deck, who were working in pairs, fighting each other.

"Ha! A lump of iron!"

"Point gun!"

"Paper painting. Damn, don't hit me in the face."

"Moonstep."

Snap, plop.
Bang bang dong dong dong. Whoosh whoosh pa pa pa.
The rhythmic feeling of blows, the powerful fists and kicks, the enthusiastic shouts, and the sweat under the sun.

There was a red light in the depths of Moses' eyes. Through their clothes, he sensed the workings of their blood, muscles, and bones inside their bodies.

For seven days,
Every day when they began their practice, Moses would appear in various places on the ship and watch them "perform" in front of his eyes.

Because he was just a kid, no one would come to drive away Messier, even if they were not from the navy.

Of course, Messier knew that this was not only related to the atmosphere on Cap's ship, but also had something to do with the fact that he called him "Master".

After all, the [Six Styles of the Navy], a special systematic training technique that can develop human potential, is not something that can be taught casually.

Those who can be taught are all non-commissioned officers with a certain military rank.

Or the talented cadets in the Marine Headquarters boot camp.

Self-taught does not count.

In the past few days, except for the shaving technique which was difficult to perform on the boat, Messier had secretly learned the other five techniques.

Six techniques,
The only three items worth learning are iron block, paper painting and moon step. The other three are all derivative products.

Although it only took him one day to learn the practice method, Messier did not stop watching immediately, but continued to observe them carefully.

Learn from their shortcomings.

Understand the key points of cultivation.

In the top cabin, Cap and Bogart looked at the marines below, and of course, also noticed Mercer on the bow.

Bogart smiled and said, "Vice-Admiral Garp, don't you care about your grandson? Others may not know, but we do. He's been practicing the Six Styles with his Observation Haki for a week now, and he'll definitely learn everything."

Garp said nonchalantly, "A kid like him wants to learn the Six Styles. You're overthinking it. Learning the Six Styles requires a strong physical foundation. Mercer isn't ready yet."

"So, what about paper painting?" Bogart said, "Paper painting doesn't require much physical strength. That kid knows Observation Haki, so maybe he's already mastered it."

Garp's face froze, but then he curled his lips. "He learned it, so what? We didn't teach him. He's smart on his own. So? Do you want to stop others from being smart?"

Bogart looked at Cap speechlessly and helplessly, feeling like he was talking to a cow, and was very sure that the unreliable boss in front of him was pretending to be stupid.

"Tsk, since you don't care, I don't care either. He's your grandson, not mine. If anything goes wrong, it's not my fault. Just do whatever you want!"

Watching Bogart walk out of the room in a rage, Cap smiled, then narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Messier who was openly learning there.

"Since you can learn it on your own merit, why should I stop you? How much you can learn is up to you."

And from time to time, Garp would personally correct some of the Marines' shortcomings.

The Marines were all so moved that they cried out in joy.

The enthusiasm for practice was once very high.

It's approaching evening.

The warship docked in a remote part of an island's harbor.

Moses looked at the brightly lit port city not far away. The entire port was filled with all kinds of ships.

There are merchant ships, pirate ships, transport ships, and also luxurious sightseeing ships with flags of other countries.

The air was filled with tempting fragrance, and the city not far away was bustling with people. Even on the warship, one could feel the bursts of noise.

"Food City. Puji"

A culinary paradise on the Grand Route, it is a chef's paradise and a tourist destination.

However, due to its characteristics as a tourist and food destination, it has also created a mixed bag of people, with various forces intertwined with each other.

deck,

Bogart stood at the cabin door, looking at the Marines lined up in two rows in front of him, and cleared his throat with two coughs.

"We will dock here tonight. Vice Admiral Karp said that you will have one night off and will gather at the warship at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning.

If you want to go to the food city, you can go there for a while, but you have to change into casual clothes. Also, you are not allowed to disturb others or do anything illegal.

Now! Disband! "

Oooo! ! !

Whether they were marines or officers, they were all delighted. They were so happy to be able to have a trip here.

There are not only delicious foods here, but also many beautiful women from all over the world. They all have a lot of money in their pockets, so they must take this opportunity to have a good time.

At the window on the second floor of the cabin, Messer looked at the lively scene on the deck below, then turned to look at Cap, who was already wearing a floral shirt, floral shorts, and flip-flops.

Messer also changed his clothes. He wore a blue-gray short-sleeved shirt with a panda head printed on the chest, black cropped pants, and a pair of brown deerskin boots.

She had a small shoulder bag slung across her body.

It's bulging inside.

At this time, Cap, who had put on his clothes, pinched his nose and stretched out his hand.

Messer tilted his head, somewhat puzzled, and then placed his left hand on Garp's.

But the next second, Karp speechlessly slapped Messier's hand away, "What are you thinking? I asked you to give me pocket money, not to hold your hand."

Messer's face turned black, and he stared at Karp steadily. After a few seconds, he complained silently.

"Grandpa, are you being polite? How can a grandfather ask his grandson for money when he goes out to play?"

"Just tell me whether you'll give it to me or not. Do you have the nerve to not give it to me?" Karp said angrily, "If I had money, would I ask you for it?"

"A few days ago, you exchanged a small bag of gold beans for millions of Baileys at the gold exchange on that island. Do you think I don't know?"

When Mercer heard this, he was so angry that his teeth itched. "That big mouth Bogart, how can he say anything? Is it easy for me to save a little money?"

He unhappily took out a stack of Baileys from his shoulder bag, which looked to be about a hundred thousand, and slapped it directly into Garp's palm.

Suddenly, Garp's face lit up with a smile, and he happily swung it in his hands, "Not bad, not bad. As expected of Grandpa's grandson, he's much better than that boy Drago."

"Cough cough!"

A cough was heard, and Bogart appeared at the door, wearing an exquisite purple suit with a flower pinned on his chest, looking very sexy.

At this moment, he was looking at the grandfather and grandson's actions with a strange look in his eyes, covering his mouth with his right hand and shrugging his shoulders:

"Well, Vice Admiral Garp, it's time for us to go and have some fun."

　New author, new book! Looking for a follow-up!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)