A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

The flames weren't scorching; instead, they carried a warm and peaceful aura, like the afternoon sun in spring.

He gently placed the ball of blue flame over Gatz's wrist.

"Oh! So comfortable! What is this? YOI!"

Gatz stared in astonishment as he felt a warm force seeping into his bones through his skin, and the excruciating pain was rapidly subsiding.

To everyone's astonishment, Gatz's dislocated wrist automatically reset under the protection of the blue flames, with the bones making a soft cracking sound and the swelling visibly subsiding.

In just over ten seconds, when Marco withdrew his hand, Gatz's wrist was completely healed, even stronger than before.

"This...this is done?!"

Gatz flexed his wrist and felt no pain. He stared at Marco in astonishment, then at his own hand, as if witnessing a miracle.

"The abilities of Mythical Zoan species are really convenient."

Newgate exclaimed in admiration.

Raine also came out of the kitchen at some point. He looked at the blue flames on Marco's hand that had not completely dissipated, and a glint of research flashed deep in his calm eyes.

He could clearly sense that the flame contained an incomparably pure life energy, completely different from the energy boost he received through cooking.

"Your flames, in essence, accelerate cell regeneration and recombination."

Raine walked up to Marco and, like a meticulous scholar, calmly analyzed, "This regeneration is not without its price; it will consume your own life force, right?"

Marco felt a little uneasy under Rein's all-seeing gaze and nodded subconsciously: "Yes... that's how it is, but my constitution is special, and I recover very quickly."

"Ah."

Renn nodded, then pulled a small notebook from his pocket and quickly jotted something down.

"Record: Phoenix Flame can be used to quickly heal physical injuries, but it will consume the caster's life force. It is recommended to use it with dishes containing a high concentration of life energy to achieve a perpetual motion-like healing effect."

"Optional menu items: Sea King Spinal Broth, Tree of Life Fruit Salad, Thousand-Year-Old Dragon Turtle Herbal Jelly..."

Marco's lips twitched involuntarily as he looked at the unheard-of dish names in Renn's notebook.

He always felt that in the head chef's eyes, he wasn't a crew member, but rather... a top-quality ingredient that needed to be paired with a specific sauce to maximize its effectiveness.

"Hahaha! Marco! Your ability is amazing!"

Gatz didn't care about any of that; he excitedly lifted Marco up and placed him on his shoulders.

"I won't be afraid of getting hurt again! You're the miracle doctor on our ship!"

"Put...put me down! yOi!"

Marco blushed deeply at this sudden enthusiasm.

Dorum also came over. He looked at Gatz, who was completely unharmed, and then at the bent railing, his eyes shining with hope.

He grabbed Marco's other hand and asked excitedly, "Um... Dr. Marco, can your flames... be used to repair ships?"

Marco: "..."

The deck was filled with a cheerful atmosphere once again.

With Marco, the ship's doctor, joining the crew, the training became even more unrestrained.

In the past, when Gatz and Newgate sparred, Gatz would at most be knocked away and suffer some minor injuries, but Rein's cooking would quickly help him recover.

Now, Newgate occasionally goes too far, breaking Gatz's bones, and then Marco uses Blue Flame to perfectly restore him.

In Newgate's words, this is called destruction before construction; through constant severe injuries and regeneration, Gatz's physical strength and resilience are increasing at a terrifying rate.

Marco gradually integrated into this strange family.

He is no longer the lonely avenger. He will fool around with Gatz, listen to Dorum complain about the troubles of hull repairs, be startled by Silver's sudden appearances, and quietly listen to Newgate tell stories of the past.

Of course, what he looked forward to most was the pineapple that Ryan would serve him every day, a dish specially prepared for him.

This monster ship, named Moby Dick, became more complete and powerful after a pineapple-headed doctor joined it.

Carrying these future maritime giants, it braved the winds and waves of the new world, heading towards the unknown distance, continuing its voyage destined to be recorded in history.

The Moby Dick's voyage continued for several more days.

The past few days have been calm and peaceful, and even the ignorant sea kings have wisely taken a detour.

Life on the ship was as lively and bustling as ever.

Chapter 106 The Battle Is About to Begin

On the deck, Gatz was enthusiastically pestering Marco to demonstrate the Phoenix transformation.

"Just one more time, Marco! Just once!"

Gatz, like a curious child, circled around Marco.

"Your blue fire suit is so cool! Even cooler than Prometheus!"

"No, yOi."

Marco shook his head helplessly.

"My dad said that abilities shouldn't be used for performances."

"Tch, cheapskate."

Gatz curled his lip and then turned his attention to Silver: "Silver! Let's have a fight! I feel like my punches are getting heavier again!"

From the shadows came Silver's cold and succinct reply: "You will die."

Gatz's face fell instantly.

"Goo la la la la!"

Newgate looked at this bunch of clowns and burst into hearty laughter.

He likes this atmosphere; this is the home he wants.

Meanwhile, Ryan was busy in the kitchen.

For lunch today, he plans to try a completely new dish.

He extracted the ink sac from a giant deep-sea squid he had caught the day before, filtered and purified it using a special method, and then added more than a dozen spices collected from different islands, each with a spicy or aromatic flavor, to simmer it into a pot of sauce that was as black as ink but exuded a strange fragrance.

He will use this sauce, paired with chewy squid meat and springy noodles, to create a brand new Abyss Ink Pasta.

Just as the kitchen was filled with delicious aromas and the deck was bustling with noise, everything seemed so ordinary and harmonious, Silver on the lookout suddenly spoke, his voice more solemn than ever before.

"Captain, a fleet has been spotted directly ahead. Eleven warships are in an encircling formation, and the flagship at the head has a dog's head figurehead."

Dog head?

The iconic figurehead silenced the noise on deck.

Newgate's pupils contracted sharply. He put down the barrel of wine in his hand, slowly stood up, and the lazy aura vanished instantly, replaced by a terrifying aura as heavy as a mountain.

"Garp..."

He slowly uttered the name, a name that represented a certain ultimate combat power on the high seas.

"A naval hero? What's he doing here?"

Gatz's playful expression vanished, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

Soon, the massive fleet came into everyone's view.

Eleven massive warships, like eleven mobile steel fortresses, completely blocked all of the Moby Dick's escape routes.

On the flagship's deck, a burly man in a white suit and a cloak of justice sat imposingly on a cannonball box.

He crunched on a rice cracker, looking carefree and unrestrained, but his eyes, which occasionally flashed with a sharp light, contained a terrifying power that could make the ocean tremble.

It was none other than the naval hero, Monkey D. Garp.

"Gurarararar! Garp! You've really made quite a show of force!"

Newgate looked at the figure in the distance and burst into laughter, his voice like rolling thunder echoing across the sea.

"White beard!"

Garp's laughter was equally hearty. He stuffed the last senbei into his mouth and patted the crumbs off his hands.

"You're getting more and more outrageous lately! The old men at the World Government are losing sleep over you!"

"I can do whatever I want on my own ship, what business is it of theirs to tell me what to do?"

Newgate responded sharply.

"Hahaha! I love your rascal spirit!"

Garp stood up laughing, stretching his limbs and making cracking sounds.

"However, I'm here today to uphold justice! You lawless bastards will be punished by my iron fist!"

Just then, a young figure slowly walked out from behind Garp.

He was a tall, somewhat lazy-looking young man with black curly hair, wearing a standard naval uniform but no hat.

His skin was slightly pale, and his eyes looked a little sleepy, but when his gaze swept over the Moby Dick, the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop a few degrees out of nowhere.

Renn's pupils contracted slightly.

He sensed a chilling, piercing, and intensely concentrated coldness emanating from the young man.

"Oh? You brought a little brat with you?"

Newgate noticed him too and asked with interest.

Garp glanced back and burst into laughter: "He's no ordinary brat! His name is Kuzan, the strongest newcomer in our Navy this generation! I brought him here specifically to show him what a world-class monster is like, so he won't get too arrogant later!"

Kuzan, the future Admiral Aokiji.

At this moment, his face did not yet have the languor and composure that would later appear; instead, it displayed the sharpness of a young genius and a hint of barely perceptible tension.

He looked at the figures on the ship opposite, especially the man known as Whitebeard. He could clearly sense the earth-shattering power contained within that body.

"Mr. Karp."

Kuzan spoke, his voice cool yet possessing a magnetic quality unique to young people: "Enough with the small talk, shall we get started?"

"Alara, what an impatient little brat."

Garp imitated Kuzan's verbal tic, making the latter's mouth twitch.

"Alright alright."

Garp's smile vanished, his eyes instantly sharpening, and a mountain-like aura surged forth, heading straight for the Moby Dick.

"Whitebeard! And the monsters on your ship! Prepare yourselves! Today is your end!"

Before he could finish speaking, Garp kicked off with both legs!

boom!

He stomped a huge dent into the flagship's deck, and he himself, like a cannonball, ignored the distance of hundreds of meters, tore through the air, and charged straight at the Moby Dick with unparalleled momentum!

The naval hero personally led the charge!

The battle is about to break out!

Garp's actions were the most direct call to war.

Without the probing of artillery fire or the arrangement of tactics, this naval hero's fighting style was always so simple, pure, and most domineering—using his iron fists, capable of crushing everything, to send the enemy, along with their ambitions, to the bottom of the sea!

"Well done!"

Newgate was equally fired up, and the naginata in his hand hummed with excitement. He took a step forward, his mountain-like body standing firmly on the bow of the ship.

A pure white halo instantly gathered above his right fist, and the surrounding air began to violently distort and crack due to this power.

"Gurararararar! Let me see if your iron fist is harder, or my vibration is stronger!"

Facing Kapna's meteor-like figure, Newgate neither dodged nor avoided, and threw out a punch in return!

Boom!

Fists collided violently in mid-air.

In that instant, it was as if all the sounds of the world had been sucked away.

What followed was an energy explosion that defies description!