Sailing: I Open Treasure Chests in the Pirate World

Am I dreaming right now?

Nami was unreasonable, but she was also very stubborn.

"I finally fulfilled my dream of being a 'hero saving a damsel in distress,' can't I indulge myself a little?"

"Whether it's a dream or not, why don't you pinch yourself and find out?"

"No! I don't want to wake up from this dream! I'd rather never wake up!" (Death)

Chapter 115 The Little Thief Cat Has Been Captured Successfully!

"You bunch of scum! No! Fish scum!"

Ian held the little thief cat down while coldly watching the rest of the Arlong Pirates.

"The spirit of racial equality passed down by Mr. Fisher Tiger and the Sun Pirates has been completely tarnished by you!"

The so-called "heroes" in the world of One Piece are mostly just people who seek fame and fortune.

It's like someone who has dominated the Grand Line for many years, whose reputation is so high that pirates flee at the mere mention of their name. They seem incredibly powerful and invincible, but in reality, they completely fail and end up ruined the moment they make a move...

That's right!

Ian was referring to Crocodile, the "hero" of Alabasta!

But as the saying goes—

Even among heroes, there are differences.

In Ian's view

Compared to those few so-called "heroes" in the human world who deceive the world and steal fame.

The "heroes" of the fish-man world are the true heroes!

Single-handedly, he climbed to the top of the red earth continent, thousands of meters high, and liberated thousands of slaves in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, regardless of race, social status, or wealth.

Fisher Tiger is the hero Ian envisions!

Unfortunately.

A hero has descended upon this world.

This world is unworthy of heroes.

Fisher Tiger is dead.

His Sun Pirates also disintegrated with the death of their captain.

Jinbe, the current captain of the Sun Pirates, is known as the "Knight of the Sea." He is a forthright and chivalrous person.

But Jinbe is not Fisher Tiger.

Jinbe only inherited part of Fisher Tiger's egalitarian ideals.

There was another group of fishmen, the radical fishmen who broke away from the Sun Pirates...

These are the fishmen from Arlong's pirate crew standing in front of Ian.

Honestly.

If the Arlong Pirates, after separating from the Sun Pirates, were to cause trouble and destruction along the Grand Line, or even launch attacks on the World Government and Marine bases...

Ian wouldn't harbor such great malice towards these merfolk.

Because the racial relationship between humans and fish-people is clearly there.

Humans enslave the fish-men and do not even regard them as "intelligent beings".

Fish-men don't need to treat humans equally; they simply discriminate against humans equally.

Humans capture and enslave fish-men.

Fish-men will naturally rebel and kill humans.

This is a perfectly normal relationship.

However, the Arlong Pirates, a bunch of trashy fishmen, were terrified by the towering waves of the Grand Line.

After leaving the Grand Line, they arrived at the East Blue, which was widely considered the weakest sea in the world. They then seized an island, began to rule over the ordinary civilians there, and started living as "fish on top of people"...

What kind of marine debris is this?

I overheard an outsider talking about the Sun Pirates and Fisher Tiger's past.

The members of Arlong's pirate crew all lowered their heads.

"Brother Tiger..."

"The Sun Pirates..."

"Boss Ah Long..."

"White, White Dragon..."

Ian looked at the last fishman to speak, an octopus fishman whose name seemed to be "Xiao Ba".

"Octopus fish-man, do you know me?"

"The Seven Warlords of the Sea..."

Hachi's body was firmly bound by white clay, and none of its octopus tentacles could move.

"You are Haku, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, just like Jinbe..."

White Dragon succeeds the Lizard King as the new Shichibukai.

This news has been circulating around the world for several days.

The Arlong Pirates are a branch of the Sun Pirates.

Arlong himself has a very close relationship with Jinbe.

These trashy fishmen, who only dare to hide in the corners of the East China Sea and rule as kings, also paid attention to this news.

It's understandable that Hachi was able to recognize Ian's identity.

Ian glanced indifferently at Little Eight, preparing to send this group of trashy fishmen on their way.

But then, he heard Nami's voice in his ear.

"One of the Seven Warlords of the Sea? You're the White Dragon I saw in the newspaper recently?"

Nami finally stopped clinging to Ian like an orange cat.

She jumped back to the ground, staring wide-eyed at Ian in astonishment.

"Does a girl from the East Blue dream of becoming one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea?"

"I've told you so many times, this isn't a dream."

Ian dropped his cold expression and looked at Nami speechlessly.

"Do you want to deal with these fishmen yourself? They are your enemies."

"May I?"

Nami's eyes lit up; she felt the dream was becoming more and more real and interesting.

She had never dreamed of "taking revenge on her enemy" before...

"Leave all these mermen to me!"

Ian nodded. He did not release the fish-men of the Arlong Pirates from their restraints, but simply left the final decision on their fate to Nami.

"By the way, there should be quite a few maps collected here, right?"

"As expected of me! I even dream of drawing a map of the entire world."

Nami tilted her chin up like a proud little orange cat and pointed towards the map room.

"Over there, inside are all maps of the East China Sea that I drew stroke by stroke!"

“That’s my second, no, third most precious thing besides money.”

So who is the second most precious?

family?

Ian glanced at Nami, said nothing, and headed straight for the map room.

His real purpose in coming to the Konom Islands was to replace the map of the East China Sea islands he had on hand.

As for encountering Arlong's pirate crew and Nami, who had just "returned home," those were just unexpected events.

Behind Ian.

The little orange cat was very familiar with this Arlong Paradise. She found a branding iron that was red-hot from the flames somewhere and walked up to a fishman.

zizi——

The sound of grilling fish immediately rang out.

The fishman who was burned by the branding iron immediately let out a scream.

"Does it hurt? I don't feel any pain at all!"

Nami held the red-hot branding iron, a devilish smile on her face.

"I must be dreaming!"

"Even in my dreams, I want to tear you scum to pieces!"

Ian turned and glanced at Nami, who was venting her inner pain, shook his head slightly, and slipped into the map room.

When he came out with a thick stack of maps.

The fish-men outside were no longer able to even scream.

All of their skin exposed outside the white clay was covered with large and small branding marks.

At first glance, it looked like these fish-men had been roasted...

The instigator, Nami, stood quietly in the center of a group of "grilled fish" holding a branding iron, her gloomy and cold aura largely gone.

It seems that the outburst just now has made this little thieving cat much more normal...

However, Ian keenly noticed...

Nami's attack seemed heavy-handed, but in reality, these fish-men still possessed very strong auras.

In other words.

Not a single fishman died from Nami's branding iron attack.

I don't know if the soldering iron was too cold...

Or perhaps the fish-men's physique is just too strong.

These fishmen really do have to go through the "warmth of hell" after all, right?

Ian remembered writing a letter to Hannibal that mentioned this matter, and wondered if Impel Down had reformed its systems...

Nami saw Ian walk out of the map room, dropped the branding iron she was holding, and slowly walked up to Ian.

"Thank you, Haku..."

Nami opened her arms and hugged Ian tightly around the waist, thanking him in a muffled voice.

"Although I know it's a dream, thank you very much anyway."

"How many times do I have to tell you, you're not dreaming right now!"

Ian pushed Nami away again with disgust.

The little thief cat now is not the thunder-wielding woman who will be a terrifying weapon in the future.

She was just a child.

Ian flicked Nami's forehead with his finger.

His knuckles collided with Nami's forehead, making a crisp "thud," like hitting a watermelon.

"Ah! It hurts!"

Nami covered her forehead, looking at Ian with a mixture of confusion and surprise.