A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

Rayleigh's voice came from the side. He walked over quickly and was about to take the jerky from Shanks' hand.

However, the domineering and pure aroma of meat had already entered Shanks' nostrils.

He looked at the ordinary-looking, even somewhat dry and hard piece of jerky in his hand, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't resist the temptation and secretly broke off a small piece and put it in his mouth.

The next second, Shanks' clear, big eyes widened instantly.

An indescribable, rich meaty aroma, infused with exotic spices, exploded in his small mouth!

The jerky looked dry and hard, but it was incredibly chewy. With each chew, even more flavorful juices burst forth from the fibers, as if creating a storm on his tongue.

Even more miraculously, as soon as he swallowed the jerky, a warm and powerful energy quickly flowed through his body, and he felt his arms, which had been a little sore from mopping the floor, instantly become full of strength.

"So...so delicious!"

Shanks let out a satisfied, mumbled exclamation, then, ignoring Rayleigh's attempts to stop him, he stuffed the rest of the jerky into his mouth in a few bites, his mouth greasy and his face beaming with a blissful expression.

Rayleigh looked at his little apprentice's pathetic state and helplessly rubbed his forehead.

He looked up at the young chef opposite him, his expression becoming somewhat complicated.

This chef... truly lives up to his reputation as a master chef. Not only is his skill unfathomable, but his culinary artistry has reached such an unbelievable level.

Just a piece of jerky can bring such a happy expression to a child's face.

Hey! You brat over there!

Roger had also walked over at some point. Seeing his apprentice's greedy look, he laughed loudly at Ryan, "Do you still have any of that jerky? Give me a piece to try!"

"That's not something that can be given away to outsiders."

Ryan responded calmly, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

Roger was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter, unconcerned: "Hahaha! You stingy bastard! But you're a very interesting chef!"

He turned to Newgate and shouted, "Newgate! This chef is good. How about I borrow him for a few days next time we meet?"

"roll!"

Newgate's answer was simple, direct, and full of unquestionable dominance.

A tense and dramatic encounter ended amidst a chorus of insults.

"Then, farewell, Whitebeard!"

Roger stood at the bow of the ship, waving at Newgate with his signature confident smile on his face.

"Next time, I'll definitely tear your lousy ship apart!"

"I'll be waiting for you anytime, Roger."

Newgate crossed his arms and responded in a deep voice.

The Oro Jackson turned around, raised its sails, and slowly sailed into the distant fog, soon disappearing from sight.

Calmness finally returned to the deck of the Moby Dick.

"Phew... They're finally gone."

Dorum plopped down on the ground, feeling as if he had just walked through hell.

"Captain, I just did a rough estimate, and the repair cost will be at least..."

"All right."

Newgate interrupted his soon-to-be-started lengthy report, staring in the direction Roger had gone, remaining silent for a long time before turning around and grinning at his crew.

"how do you feel?"

"happy!"

Gatz was the first to shout, his face full of excitement despite being bruised and battered.

"That axe-wielding guy is as strong as ever! But next time, I'm definitely going to beat him to a pulp!"

"Their swordsmanship is very strong."

Vista polished his twin swords, his eyes gleaming with fighting spirit.

"Especially that man named Rayleigh, his sword is as fast as light."

"That man named Roger is indeed very strong."

Newgate gave the most objective assessment.

"Alright, since you're all tired from playing, let's eat."

Newgate waved his hand, and everyone's eyes instantly focused on the kitchen.

Raine didn't say much, but silently turned and went into the kitchen.

Soon, an aroma a hundred times more potent than the previous piece of jerky wafted from the kitchen, instantly enveloping the entire ship.

It was a grand feast prepared to celebrate this exhilarating battle.

Raine used the last of the ingredients on the ship to marinate the sea monsters he had hunted with dozens of spices and then slowly roast them. He also simmered a pot of incredibly delicious seafood soup with various fresh fish and shellfish.

When the food was served, only the sounds of satisfied chewing and happy sighs filled the deck.

After taking a bite of the crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, juicy roast meat, Silver's usually icy face showed a rare hint of emotion.

After dinner, Ryan sat alone in the corner of the kitchen, looked up at the sea outside the window that was once again shrouded in thick fog, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

This era is getting more and more interesting.

Chapter 122 Sugar Puppet

"captain!"

After the feast, Dorum, holding a nautical chart, went to Newgate with a long face.

"Our food reserves are completely depleted..."

Silence fell on the deck once again.

Newgate looked at the empty barrels, then at the expectant crew members, and finally turned his gaze to Renn.

Raine pointed to an inconspicuous little dot on the nautical chart.

"This way, it's a three-day flight."

“There’s an island I marked before, and there’s a very special kind of seven-colored pheasant on the island. Its meat is delicious, and it’s perfect for our next meal.”

"Oh oh oh!"

A flame of hope rekindled in Gatz's eyes.

The Moby Dick, this monster ship carrying a group of future maritime overlords, is once again sailing at full speed toward a new course, driven by the simplest of goals: to fill its stomachs...

The three-day voyage felt like an eternity to everyone aboard the Moby Dick.

The ship's food supplies were completely exhausted. With the last bit of dried fish and seaweed, Ryan cooked a pot of watery porridge, which was no different from drinking plain water for these guys.

Every day, Gatz would lie on the bow of the ship, sniffing the air like a blower, constantly muttering, "Roast meat... roast chicken... whole roast lamb..."

Newgate also became somewhat irritable due to the lack of alcohol, and he found fault with everyone, especially Dorum.

Because every day, Dorum would carry his little notebook and report to him in a mournful tone about the new cracks and strange noises in the hull.

"Captain, the metal fatigue of the No. 3 alloy plate on the port side has reached the critical value. I suspect that even if Gatz sneezed in his sleep last night, it could crack it."

"Captain, the hydraulic bearing of the rudder seems to be leaking oil. I heard it crying when I turned the rudder just now."

"captain……"

"Shut up!"

Newgate finally lost his temper and glared at Dorlum, who immediately covered his head and squatted in a corner, drawing circles in his eyes.

Finally, on the third day at dusk, when everyone was so hungry they were seeing stars and didn't even have the energy to argue, Silver's clear, cool voice came from the lookout tower like heavenly music.

"I can see the island."

Everyone perked up and rushed to the bow of the ship.

Where the sea meets the sky, a colorful island slowly emerges.

It was a miraculous island that defied description. The mountains on the island were not made of rock, but rather had a warm, reddish-brown color, like that of a steak.

The mountain streams are not clear spring water, but a sweet-smelling, golden, viscous liquid.

The trees on the island are incredibly diverse; some bear bread-like fruits, while others emit a rich aroma of spices.

"Oh my god...oh my god..."

Gatz's drool was flowing like a stream.

"That river...smells like honey!"

"That mountain...it looks like a giant, roasted rib!"

Dorum's focus was entirely different; he stared at the viscous golden streams with a look of horror on his face.

"If this flows onto the ship, it will stick to my deck! And the sugar in the air will corrode my sails!"

"Gurarararar! This is really an interesting place!"

Newgate burst into laughter; he could feel an incredibly vast life energy filling the air above the island.

Ryan's eyes shone with an astonishing light; he was like a scientist who had discovered a new continent, greedily analyzing every scent carried on the wind.

"The air humidity is 70%, the sugar content is excessive, and the soil is rich in a special kind of yeast... This place is simply a natural, giant kitchen!"

The Moby Dick carefully docked on a beach made of giant biscuits.

As soon as everyone set foot on the island, they felt that the texture under their feet was different from what they had experienced before.

It wasn't sand, but a sweet, crunchy crunchy texture mixed with icing sugar and chopped nuts.

"dinner time!"

Gatz could no longer contain himself. He roared and charged toward the depths of the island, carrying the anchor.

His target was the top-quality ingredient called the Rainbow Pheasant that Ryan had mentioned before.

The others followed suit, eager to explore this magical food island.

Raine didn't rush into action. He squatted down, picked up a pinch of sand, and put it in his mouth to savor it.

"The oils from the nuts blend perfectly with the sweetness of the caramel, resulting in a crisp texture and a medium-to-high energy content, making it a good addition to baking."

He calmly made notes in his notebook.

Just then, a deafening roar, like the earth shaking, came from the nearby forest, followed by Gatz's furious roar.

"Damn it! Don't run! Stop right there!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a huge figure rampaging through a forest made of chocolate.

It was a colossal creature, ten meters tall, whose body was entirely made of crystal-clear, amber-like hard candy. It had strong, powerful limbs and two spiral horns on its head, resembling lollipops.

At this moment, it is using its huge candy arms to uproot chocolate trees and smash them down on Gatz, who is chasing it.

"Hahaha! Are even the stones on this island sweet?!"

As Gatz dodged awkwardly, he shouted excitedly. He had tried to smash the monster with the anchor, but the anchor bounced back. He tasted a piece of the broken piece and found that it was fruit hard candy flavored.

"Rock Sugar Puppet".

A knowing glint flashed in Raine's eyes.

"An elemental life form composed of high-purity sugar crystals and mineral energy, with extremely strong defensive capabilities, making it an excellent material for creating top-notch sugar art and high-energy sugar blocks."

"Jozy!"

Newgate called out to the eager man beside him, “Go play with Gatz and see if your diamond is harder, or that piece of candy is harder.”

"Alright, Dad!"

Joz laughed loudly, and his massive body shot out like a cannonball.

He was covered in dazzling diamond light and crashed head-on into a giant chocolate tree trunk that was flying towards him.

boom!

The chocolate tree trunk exploded and shattered into countless fragments.