A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

Charlotte Linlin is frantically expanding her territory, dreaming of establishing a gourmet kingdom composed of all races, and her Big Mom Pirates are not to be underestimated.

There was also a man named Shiki, who, with his terrifying ability to make islands float, formed the Flying Pirates, whose fleet grew larger and larger each day, and whose ambitions were ever-growing.

In the New World, heroes rise up, and a magnificent era of piracy has begun.

Among them, the Roger Pirates and the Whitebeard Pirates are the strongest, but the other future Emperors of the Sea have also shown their ferocious fangs.

"Captain, the ship is repaired!"

Dorum presented the mended sail to Newgate as if it were a treasure.

"Gurarararar, well done, Dorum."

Newgate nodded in satisfaction. He glanced at the cherry blossoms fluttering in the air outside the window, then looked at his reliable family members beside him, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

"Men! Supply resupply complete! Let's have a celebration feast, and then... let's continue!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The tavern erupted in thunderous cheers once again.

The Moby Dick set sail again, like a giant white whale, silently gliding into the ever-changing blue of the new world.

Life on the ship, as always, was full of noise and energy.

On the deck, Gatz and Newgate were performing their daily rituals.

"Whoa! Watch this! Giant Anchor - Whirlwind Slash!"

Gatz roared, whipping the massive anchor into a black tornado and slamming it down on Newgate.

Over the course of three years, nourished by Raine's miraculous cooking and honed through countless real battles, Gatz's strength has become vastly different. This single strike is enough to shatter a small mountain into dust.

However, Newgate simply stretched out one finger lazily.

"too slow."

Ding!

An ordinary-looking finger precisely touched the core stress point of the rotating giant anchor.

An invisible shockwave quietly entered.

Gatz felt an irresistible force coming from the anchor, and his attack, which was powerful enough to shake mountains, instantly collapsed. He was thrown away along with the anchor.

It crashed with a loud thud onto the newly reinforced hull of Dorum's ship, leaving a clear human-shaped dent.

"Gurarararar, Gatsu, you have enough power, but you're still far from mastering it."

Newgate withdrew his finger, took a big gulp of wine, and commented leisurely.

"Damn it! Again!"

Gatz climbed out of the crater, but instead of being discouraged, his fighting spirit was even stronger.

In the corner, Dorum, clutching his toolbox, looked at the newly appeared dent, and two lines of tears streamed down his face.

"My ship... my shape memory alloy armor... it says it hurts..."

He took out his notebook and added another heavy entry to the "Today's Ship Damage Report" column.

"The port side No. 3 shape memory alloy armor has suffered a severe dent. The cause is daily training. The estimated repair time is three days. The required materials are five high-strength alloy plates, a certain amount of shock-absorbing and cushioning material, and... a large heart capable of withstanding the impact of a monster."

Silver stood quietly at the stern. He did not participate in this violent training. Instead, he closed his eyes and slowly thrust out the spear in his hand.

His movements were so slow that you could see every trace of the gun tip cutting through the air.

But with each thrust, a tiny, slowly healing black hole would appear in the air in front of the spear tip.

This is a higher level of his application of Armament Haki—internal destruction.

Over the past three years, he has long since ceased to be the ghost who only knew how to stealthily assassinate, but has become a true master of marksmanship who can directly confront top experts.

Meanwhile, Ryan was busy in the kitchen.

In the spacious and clean kitchen, all kinds of rare ingredients are processed in an orderly manner.

He is preparing today's lunch.

The main course was the tenderloin of an ice mammoth, a giant elephant hunted yesterday on a winter island.

The meat of this mammoth is extremely tender, with its fat layer evenly distributed like snowflakes, making it an excellent ingredient for making top-quality roast meat.

Raine first marinated it overnight with more than a dozen spices collected from different islands, and then slowly roasted it at a low temperature using a special stone slab called volcanic rock.

The stone slab can evenly transfer heat, locking in the juices to the maximum extent, while also infusing the meat with the aroma of minerals contained in the rock.

Shila-

The grease dripped onto the scorching hot stone slab, making a pleasant sound, and an overpowering aroma that blended the scents of meat, spices, and minerals instantly filled the entire kitchen.

"Head Chef! I smell it! It's the smell of roast meat!"

Gatz's nose is more sensitive than anything else. He instantly stopped sparring with Newgate and rushed to the kitchen door like a big dog, drooling all over the place.

"Not yet."

"Raine said without turning his head," he said.

"Don't rush, Gatz."

Newgate also came over, his eyes full of smiles as he watched Ryan's focused and skillful movements.

Over the past three years, he has become accustomed to this kind of life.

He has a reliable family, an endless supply of wine, and the world's finest cuisine.

This is the home he wanted.

"dinner time."

Finally, Raine cut the roasted mammoth steak into thick slices and placed them on the huge dining table in the center of the deck.

On the table were a milky white soup made from deep-sea fish bones and soft bread made from cloud wheat, a specialty of the Sky Island.

"I'm gonna start now!"

Gatz was the first to pick up a steak bigger than his face and take a big bite.

The next second, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he had been struck by an electric current of happiness.

The meat was more tender than I could have imagined; the moment my teeth touched it, the rich juices burst in my mouth.

The unique caramel aroma from the volcanic rock blends perfectly with the complex flavors of spices, creating an unprecedented and primal, wildly delicious taste.

"Wow! This is so delicious! I feel like my muscles are singing!"

Gatz wolfed down his food while mumbling his praises.

Everyone started eating, and only the sounds of satisfied chewing and happy sighs remained on the deck.

Just then, Silver on the lookout tower suddenly spoke, his voice as calm as ever.

"Captain, there's something on the course."

Chapter 102 Marco

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up.

On the distant sea, a blurry black dot was slowly drifting towards us.

As the ship drew closer, they realized that it was neither a ship nor an island, but a huge wooden barrel floating on the sea.

"Is it a drifting barrel? What might be inside? Treasure or fine wine?"

"Gats asked curiously."

"I gonna go see."

Silver's figure flickered, and he leaped directly down from the mast, which was tens of meters high. He lightly touched the sea surface with his toes a few times and arrived in front of the huge wooden barrel as if walking on flat ground.

He tapped the wooden barrel lightly with the scabbard.

dong dong.

An echo came from inside, as if it were empty.

But then, a faint, dreamlike groan came from inside the barrel.

"Hungry...so hungry...pineapple..."

Silver frowned slightly, and with a single shot, he popped the lid off the barrel.

Inside the wooden tub, a boy who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old was huddled up. He had messy, golden hair and his face was covered in dust.

It looked like it had been hungry for a long time. It was hugging its knees, half asleep, and muttering something to itself.

"Pineapple...give me a pineapple...yOi..."

The boy's unique verbal tic and obsession with pineapples plunged the deck of the Moby Dick into an eerie silence.

Gatz scratched his enormous head, looking utterly bewildered, and asked Dorum, "What does 'yOi' mean? Is it some kind of new variety of pineapple?"

Dorum rubbed his forehead, feeling his common sense being repeatedly challenged by this bizarre and fantastical sea.

Silver lifted the still-sleeping boy out of the barrel like a chick, and with a few quick movements, returned to the ship.

He casually tossed the boy onto the deck, and the boy let out a muffled groan, rolled over, and continued smacking his lips and muttering in his sleep.

"Pineapple... such a big pineapple... yOi..."

"Gurarararar, this little rascal is quite interesting."

Newgate looked at the suddenly appearing boy with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

The fact that this kid could survive drifting alone in a barrel in this perilous new world's oceans speaks volumes about his extraordinary abilities.

"Captain, he looks like he's starving to death."

Silver said calmly, he could sense the faint life force within the boy.

"Ryan."

Newgate looked toward the kitchen.

Ryan had already come out. He squatted down and carefully examined the peculiar boy.

The boy's eyes were sunken and his lips were cracked, but his breathing was relatively steady. There were no obvious external injuries on his body; he was simply suffering from hunger and dehydration.

However, seeing that familiar hairstyle, a smile crept into Ryan's heart: "Was it all arranged by fate? To run into you here..."

Putting his thoughts aside, Ryan reached out and gently touched his wrist, feeling the unique pulse of life within him.

"His constitution is very special, his cell activity is far beyond that of ordinary people, and his recovery ability should be very strong."

Ryan gave a professional assessment, then got up and went back to the kitchen.

A moment later, he came out carrying a bowl of warm white porridge that smelled faintly of rice.

It contains no fancy ingredients, only the best spring water and the plumpest rice grains, making it perfect for waking up a weak stomach.

Raine gently fed a spoonful of porridge to the boy's lips.

The warm and pure fragrance seemed to possess a magical power; the boy, still half asleep, twitched his nose and unconsciously opened his mouth.

After swallowing a spoonful of congee, the boy's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

"Mmm...delicious...yOi..."

The bowl of porridge was quickly emptied, and the boy's complexion visibly became rosy.

His long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of slightly sleepy, yet exceptionally clear blue eyes, like the sky after the rain.

Young Marco woke up.

He looked around somewhat bewildered, but when his gaze swept over Newgate's mountain-like physique, Gatz's imposing muscles, and Silver's cold and sharp demeanor, the bewilderment on his face was instantly replaced by vigilance.

"Who...who are you people?!"

Marco sat up abruptly, instinctively crossing his arms over his chest in a defensive stance.

"us?"

Gatz grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, finding it amusing to tease this seemingly silly kid.