I collect everything in the One Piece world.

"No, no need! I'll just continue meditating!"

After saying that, she quickly closed her eyes again, trying to appear as if she was "focused and feeling," but the corners of her mouth still twitched slightly.

Mosen chuckled and shook his head, picked up the newspaper, and walked to the adjacent deck area, where Robin and Bakala were comfortably lying on a large sofa.

Robin held a thick ancient book in one hand and a steaming cup of black tea in the other, looking elegant and focused.

Bakara leaned back on the armrest of the sofa, her eyes closed, looking languid, as if she were dozing off, her long red hair swaying slightly in the sea breeze.

Mosen walked over without any hesitation, lay down comfortably in the gap between the two of them, and unfolded the newspaper in his hand.

"Hmm... Stop messing around..." Bakara was awakened by his movements, and lazily hummed, subconsciously patting Morsen's large hand that was idly drawing circles on her leg.

However, she didn't actually push him away. She simply adjusted her position to make him more comfortable while glancing at the newspaper.

Robin closed the book in his hand and put it aside, picked up his black tea and took a sip, his dark blue eyes looking at the World Economic News in Mosen's hand.

The three of them squeezed onto a sofa, browsing the newspaper together and occasionally exchanging a few words in hushed tones.

Recent news hasn't been particularly sensational, especially the reports about the "Collectors" adventure team; they seem to have lost their momentum, so they haven't received much coverage.

The Alabasta royal family handled the aftermath well; at least in the short term, the news of the "Fox Hunt" team's complete annihilation in the Alabasta desert did not cause a great uproar.

The World Government may still be investigating or suppressing this news, so the bounty on Morsen and his crew has not fluctuated and remains unchanged.

"Hmm...it seems we've been 'forgotten' for now," Bakara said lazily, whether out of relief or boredom, it was hard to tell.

“It’s a good thing, it’ll give us some peace and quiet for a while,” Robin said calmly. “However, the World Government won’t let this go, and the next trouble could be even bigger.”

"We'll meet force with force and water with earth." Mo Sen didn't seem to care. "As long as we keep getting stronger, trouble will just be a passing fancy."

The only noteworthy news in the newspapers was about a newly emerging pirate star.

"Fire Fist Ace!" Morsen's eyes gleamed as he looked at the wanted poster of the young man in the orange hat with a hearty smile in the newspaper.

"They've already left the East Blue? And they've even formed the Spade Pirates and made their way into the Grand Line..."

He had a good impression of Ace when he watched anime in his previous life. Back then, the Flame-Flame Fruit hadn't fallen to the point where "even dogs wouldn't eat it." As one of the few Logia-type Devil Fruit users, Ace was also incredibly handsome.

Now that they've also entered the Grand Line, there might be a chance to meet them later.

Robin glanced at him but didn't say anything, while Bakala yawned: "Another newcomer whose lifespan is anyone's guess..."

For a seasoned adventurer like her, she had seen far too many stories of new pirates rising and falling.

After a while, probably because meditating alone was too boring, Nami couldn't resist coming over and sitting down next to Robin, and also started looking at the newspaper.

"I've finished watching it, it wasn't very interesting." After a while, Nami pouted, "By the way, Captain, where are we going next?"

As she spoke, she took out several exquisite little boxes from her bag. Inside, there lay several ancient-looking hands, their pointers steadily pointing in a certain direction.

This was one of the parting gifts Princess Vivi gave them when they left Alabasta.

"That girl Vivi is so generous," Bakara remarked, looking at the eternal pointers, her mind filled with the image of Vivi's tearful face as she parted from them.

These eternal compasses pointing to specific islands are extremely valuable navigational tools on the Grand Line, and Vivi gave them several at once, making them a very generous gift.

With these eternal pointers, they no longer need to rely on record pointers, nor do they need to sail from island to island in magnetic order and wait for the record to be full before they can go to the next island.

They can travel directly to any island pointed to by the eternal pointer, and as long as supplies are sufficient, they can even sail across multiple islands, greatly increasing their freedom.

Mosen looked at the several eternal pointers laid out on the table, stroked his chin, and began to think. He really didn't have any place he was in a particular hurry to go.

Logically, they should head straight to Water Seven to pick up the new ship they ordered from Carrera.

However, Mo Sen and Iceberg had recently communicated some design details of the ship via Den Den Mushi.

Previously in Water Seven, Morsen was all alone, but now he has Nami, Baccarat, and Robin as his companions.

Naturally, we need to listen to their opinions on the rooms and facilities related to them, which has led to more new ideas and requests.

So Mosen added to the budget, asking Iceberg to make the boat more to their needs.

However, this naturally extended the construction period. Iceberg estimated over the phone that it would take at least two or three months to complete the project, so they weren't in a hurry to go there now.

"Hmm... it seems a bit early to go to Water Seven," Morsen muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the several eternal pointers on the table.

“Since we don’t have a particularly clear goal…” Mosen’s eyes lit up: “Let’s let our ‘Lady Luck’ decide! Bakala!”

"Huh? What?" Bakala opened her eyes somewhat groggily. She had been overworked last night and was really tired now.

Mosen pulled Bakala up and sat her down, then covered her eyes with his hand: "Now, just point to any point with the pointer, and we'll go to whichever island it points to. That'll make it more interesting."

"Is that so?" Bakara raised her hand and waved it in the air a few times, then pointed her index finger casually toward the table.

"Snapped."

The finger fell and landed precisely on the glass dome of an eternal pointer, with the words "Magnetic Drum Island" written in small print below.

“Drum Island…” Mosen picked up the pointer and weighed it in his hand: “I heard it’s a medical kingdom, covered in snow all year round, the scenery must be quite nice.”

"And it seems we don't have a professional ship's doctor on board, so we can go and check on him."

"A ship's doctor?" Nami's eyes lit up. "That's right! With a ship's doctor, we won't have to worry about getting injured or sick!"

Robin nodded: "Drum Island's medicine is world-renowned and worth a visit."

Bakara shrugged indifferently: "Anyway, it's an adventure no matter where you go. The snow scenery on Winter Island should be nice; I haven't been there yet."

"Alright!" Morsen clapped his hands, making the final decision: "Then it's decided! Next stop: Drum Island!"

Chapter 120, Snowy Day Routine, Drum Island

The once clear sky along the Grand Line was now covered by thick, leaden-gray clouds, and a cold wind howled across the sea, bringing a biting chill.

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, starting as just a few scattered ones, but soon they began to fall in abundance, spreading a thin layer of white across the sea and the deck.

The temperature plummeted, a stark contrast to the warm sunshine of the previous few days.

However, the kitchen on the ship was warm and inviting, filled with delicious aromas.

In the center of the kitchen's square table sat a hot pot, bubbling and steaming.

The spicy broth, bubbling with red oil, and the rich, milky white bone broth exude an enticing aroma. The side is piled high with thinly sliced ​​meat, fresh vegetables, handmade meatballs, and various seafood—a dazzling array.

Mosen, Robin, and Bakala were sitting around the table, enjoying a steaming meal while looking out the porthole at the world gradually turning into a silver-white wonderland.

"Phew~ This food is amazing, it's a perfect match for the weather right now." Bakala picked up a slice of meat that had been perfectly cooked in the hot pot and stuffed it into her mouth, squinting her eyes in satisfaction: "Warm and satisfying!"

Robin, on the other hand, slowly scooped the soup with a spoon; she preferred the clear broth pot.

Looking at the snowflakes fluttering outside the window, she said softly, "It seems we've entered the climate zone near Winter Island. We should be able to see Drum Island soon."

Mosen was outsmarting a fish ball, refusing to believe he couldn't pick it up with chopsticks.

Hearing Robin's words, he nodded: "Judging from the direction and speed of the Eternal Pointer, it should be within the next day or two."

Just then, the kitchen door was pushed open, and a blast of cold air rushed in.

Nami, who had just gone to the outer deck to observe the weather and sea conditions, came back in.

She was wrapped in a fluffy white fur coat, with unmelted snowflakes still clinging to the collar and brim of the hood. Her little face was rosy from the cold, but her eyes were bright and sparkling.

“It’s snowing quite heavily outside, but the wind direction and ocean currents are fine, which is good for us.” Nami said as she took off her heavy coat and hung it on the hook behind the door. “I estimate we’ll be at Drum Island soon.”

She walked to the table, her gaze sweeping over the three people before finally settling on Mo Sen, who was facing away from her and focused on dealing with the fish balls. A sly, mischievous smile involuntarily crept onto her face.

Robin, sitting opposite Morsen, keenly noticed the expression on Nami's face, raised an eyebrow slightly, and looked at her with a questioning gaze.

Nami quickly made a "shh" gesture to Robin, her eyes filled with a plea for "don't tell anyone" and a hint of excitement.

Robin understood, and a slight smile involuntarily curved his lips. He didn't say anything, but simply picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

Nami tiptoed behind Morsen and, with lightning speed, slipped the snowball, which had been hidden behind her back and was still ice-cold despite being slightly melted by her hands, into the seam of Morsen's collar!

"hiss!!!"

While eating, Mo Sen was suddenly transported back to his junior high and high school days. He jolted awake and jumped up from his chair, frantically trying to pull the cold, foreign object out from behind his neck.

Unfortunately, the snowball had already melted quickly on his skin, and the icy water flowed down his spine, making him grimace and gasp for breath.

"Pfft! Hahahaha!" Bakara burst into laughter without any restraint when she saw Mosen's disheveled appearance, almost dropping her chopsticks on the table.

Robin couldn't help but burst out laughing, quickly covering her mouth with her hand, but her eyes were full of barely suppressed amusement.

"Hahaha! It worked!" Nami, the culprit, was so happy that she danced around and pointed at Morsen, laughing loudly, "The captain's reaction was hilarious!"

"Na! Mei!" Mosen finally shook out most of the snow water from his clothes, turned around, and looked at the smug orange-haired girl with a "sneer".

"Uh... Captain, I was wrong! I was just joking! Look how cold it is, I was just trying to help you stretch your muscles... Ah! No!" Nami's smile froze instantly. Realizing something was wrong, she turned and tried to run away.

Unfortunately, she was still too slow. Mosen took a step forward and easily lifted the petite Nami up, carrying her like a sack of flour, and strode toward the hatch.

"Help! Bakala! Robin! Help me! The captain is going to kill me!" Nami struggled futilely on Morsen's shoulder, crying out for help.

Baccarat laughed even harder, and even waved: "Have a safe journey, Nami!"

Robin just watched with a smile, making no attempt to stop him.

"boom!"

Mosen opened the hatch, and the cold wind and snowflakes outside immediately rushed in.

He carried Nami to the deck, which was already covered with a thick layer of snow.

"No!" With Nami's drawn-out scream, Mosen mercilessly threw her into the pile of snow.

"Pfft!"

Nami was completely trapped inside, with only her legs sticking out and kicking wildly.

A few seconds later, she crawled out of the snowdrift, her head and face covered in snow, looking like a snowman, spitting out snow chips: "Ptooey! It's so cold!"

"Hahahaha! Serves you right!" Mosen stood at the cabin door, laughing loudly.

Then his gaze turned to Bakala, who was still gloating inside the cabin, and a malicious smile appeared on his face.

“And you, Bakura, you seem to be having a good laugh. As punishment for not helping her, come and keep Nami company! And…” He deliberately dragged out his words, “there will be an extra ‘punishment’ later.”

"Huh?!" Baccarat's smile froze on her face.

"Wait, wait a minute! I just smiled... Ah!"

Her protests were equally ineffective, and she was quickly "invited" out of the cabin by Mosen in the same way, becoming the second snowman on the deck.

Robin thought she would be safe and sound, after all, she was just an observer and had not participated in the "crime" or taken advantage of the situation.