Pirates: It's not a mythical beast, it's a phantom god

This is something that everyone in their group knows tacitly - according to legend, there is only one way to reach the Sky Island from the sea, and that is to rely on the strong ocean current.

The powerful upward force generated by the surging ocean current sends the ship into the sky.

This method sounds very chaotic and is almost equivalent to suicide. It was popular a few decades ago, but in fact no one dared to try it.

Until twenty years ago, a great pirate came to the island.

After hearing this method, the fearless pirate immediately set off with his companions without hesitation.

According to the instructions of the old man on the island, they sailed the boat to the sea surface, waiting for the strong ocean current to carry him and his companions to the sky island.

I heard that this incident caused a sensation at the time, and many elderly people who had lived on the island for many years went out to sea in their boats, wanting to witness whether a miracle would happen to the young man.

But in the end, people only found a few pieces of pirate ship wreckage and several bodies of the pirate group members on the coast.

No one talked about that method anymore.

"It's actually possible to ride the current. But it requires the right timing and some modifications to the boat."

"Senior, you..."

Now hearing this method being brought up again without reservation, Fryhail couldn't help but glance at the middle-aged man beside him.

Combined with what the old pirate said just now, he had an incredible guess.

"Yes, that pirate back then was me."

The tavern owner looked at the half-empty bottle in his hand, his tone full of reminiscence.

"That year, my companions and I were just starting out, charging across the Grand Line. We easily swept away all the obstacles along the way..."

"At that time, we truly felt that we were omnipotent, that the Grand Line was nothing short of incredible, and that as long as we kept going, our dreams would be within our grasp."

"So when we heard about 'Sky Island' and that fantastical method, we had almost no hesitation and thought everything would go smoothly as before..."

The boss didn't say anything else, but Fryhail had already guessed the final result.

"Since you, Senior, have failed, does that mean this method is fake? Or does Sky Island really not exist at all?"

"No, Sky Island does exist. That method does work!"

"Even if it was only for a moment, we really did touch the ocean in the sky!"

The tavern owner stretched out his right hand towards the sky, as if recalling the feeling at that time.

"The ocean...in the sky?!"

"Yes, there's no way that feeling is wrong!"

"There's an ocean in the sky! And that legendary 'Sky Island' must be floating somewhere on that ocean!"

The tavern owner's tone was more resolute than ever before.

After he fell from the sky and narrowly escaped death, he did not choose to give up on himself, but frantically collected all the information about the 'Sky Island' and the 'Sea in the Sky'.

He went to the streets and alleys to collect local legends and unofficial histories. He went to the royal library to consult ancient documents and professional historical materials...

Finally, one day, he found a special cloud layer called "Jidi Cloud" in a book on meteorological research.

The cumulus clouds, which were recorded to be as thick as the earth, finally made him certain that islands could exist in the sky.

But it was too late. He had lost everything: his companions, his ship, his money, his strength and most importantly his courage.

"My adventure is over, but my dream is not."

"Now, I'm going to bet everything I have on that girl!"

Chapter 122 Gathering Prayers

"What?! Fifty million Baileys?!"

"Why don't you go and grab it?!"

In the early morning, the sun begins to rise.

Fryhail led the group of pirates from last night to the door of the shipbuilder Tang Li, wanting him to speed up the assembly of the ship for him.

Tang Li, who was still a little sleepy, lost his sleep immediately when he heard about the other party's expedited order. He immediately asked for a high price and increased it five times!

"That's the price anyway. If you're not happy, just go find someone else."

Tang Li leaned against the door frame and picked his ears, looking completely fearless.

There are many people in this Magic Valley town who can repair boats, but he is the only one who is a professional boatman.

Those people are good at doing some repairs, but they are definitely not capable of assembling a ship from scratch.

Adding in the fact that Fryhail required it to be completed within one day, he was the only one on the entire island who could do it.

In this kind of monopoly business, Tang Li, who values ​​money like his life, will naturally make a lot of money!

"you!"

The hot-tempered pirate was about to use force, but Tang Li quickly retreated into the house, closed the door and threatened.

“Hey hey hey~”

"If you dare to make a move, it won't be as simple as 50 million Baileys~"

"If you dare to touch me, your money will be doubled!"

"Do you believe I can beat you to death?!"

"Ha! You think your grandpa Tang Li was brought up in fear? Come and try if you dare!"

……

"This guy……"

"Okay, let's go back to the tavern and think of a solution together."

Fulaihaier stopped everyone who wanted to take action. He knew Tang Li's character very well. He only cared about money and not his life.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have offended so many people and ended up hiding on this lawless island.

……

"Is that so...that's what that guy said."

The tavern owner who was wiping his beer glass heard everyone talking, including greetings to Tonli's mother, and roughly understood.

"It really isn't going that smoothly..."

"Well, you guys go to the bay and make some preparations first. I'll take care of the tonic."

"Senior, can you do it alone?"

"Of course, don't worry, just wait there."

……

After everyone left, the tavern owner hung up a "Closed Today" sign and took out a rag and a bucket.

He began to wipe every compartment of the wine cabinet, every tabletop, every stool carefully from inside to outside...

He wiped very slowly and seriously, as if he was saying goodbye to an old friend.

The wet rag wiped across the densely packed scratches, some deep, some shallow, on the bar; it also wiped across the wine stains and cigarette marks that had long since seeped into the tabletop.

Looking at these traces, new or old, he seemed to be able to travel through time and hear the noisy voices of that group of guys.

Finally, when he straightened up again, everything became spotless.

The sunlight came into the house through the window, and through the undried water droplets, it made the entire tavern seem to be sparkling.

Putting down the mop in his hand, the man took a last look at the tavern he had run for more than ten years and the coins on the beam, then turned his back and limped towards the door.

"Eh? Boss, are you going out now?"

"No business today?"

A familiar childish voice suddenly sounded outside the door, almost bumping into the store manager at the door.

"Ok?"

"It's you, little devil~"

"I have something to do today, so I won't be doing business."

"Oh."

"That's a shame."

"I was going to have a one-finger challenge~"

Ossi tilted his head sideways and looked into the shop past the tavern owner. He found that there was indeed no one in the shop, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Just as Ossi turned around and was about to try his luck in another smaller tavern, he was stopped by the owner.

"Hey, kid."

"Have you really thought about going to Sky Island?"

"Ok?"

Ossi stopped and turned around to ask curiously:

"Of course. Haven't I been asking you how to get there these days?"

"Are you going even if it costs your life?"

The tavern owner asked again.

"what?"

"It's just a trip to the Sky Island. What does that have to do with risking your life?"

Osi tilted his head, somewhat curious as to why the other party asked that.

"The sky island is at least several thousand, or even tens of thousands of meters above the sea. If there's even a slight mistake or bad luck, it will fall directly back into the sea and be smashed to pieces."

"Ah? Ten thousand meters again?"

"Yes, falling from this height..."

"That's not very high, is it? We flew over that ten thousand meter high continent when we came here from the New World."

"Besides, falling from this height wouldn't kill anyone, would it?"

"..."

Well, the tavern owner wanted to confirm the other party's determination one last time, and then have a manly dream entrustment...

As a result, the other party seemed to take it completely uncritical.

They can survive a fall of 10,000 meters. Are all the pirates in the New World so tough?

"Anyway, if you want to know how to get to Sky Island, then take your companions and go to the port on the west side of the island tomorrow morning."

"I'll show you the way there."

"Hmm↓hum↑"

"Boss~ Why did you suddenly give in?"

"And why don't you tell me now? Why wait until tomorrow morning?"

Osixu stared at the man opposite him, his golden eyes carefully examining the soul of the man in front of him.

"You can't just go to Sky Island whenever you want. You need some preparation in advance."

"What preparation?"

"Don't worry about that. We'll prepare it for you anyway. Just remember to go to the port tomorrow morning."

With that, the boss locked the door and prepared to leave.

Looking at the other person's back, Osi, who had already "seen" that the other person was not lying, did not ask any meaningless questions like "Are you kidding me?"

She looked at the man's back and asked formally:

"Why did you suddenly decide to help us?"

Upon hearing this, the other party just shook his head without turning back.

"It's not us helping you, it's you helping us."