Sailing: I Open Treasure Chests in the Pirate World

Ian and Hannibal have a good relationship.

"So what if they send a lot of pirates? You don't need to deal with them yourself. Domino has always been doing the work for you. Don't think I don't know that."

Ian lay on the clay sofa and casually started a conversation.

"By the way, has the 'hellish warm water' in the first layer of the sea turned into 'hellish warm oil'? I didn't notice before."

"Absolutely not! You idiot!"

Hannibal put Ian's letter in the drawer and put it away, looking at him helplessly.

"My Impel Down is for imprisoning prisoners, not for deep-frying them!"

"Can you please not be so aggressive, Ian?"

"Is this considered radical?"

Ian stared wide-eyed at Hannibal.

"I only told you to use 'gentle oil,' not 'magma'!"

magma……

Hannibal's lips twitched violently a few times.

Using warm water will cause the prisoner's skin to peel off.

Using warm oil will cook a layer of meat on the prisoner;

Lava? The prisoner would die instantly!

……

Ian spent most of the day in the warden's office.

Kizaru remained on guard at sea for most of the day.

Whitebeard Jr. never arrived.

"Ian, you're truly a lucky charm!"

Hannibal and Ian headed to the staff canteen on the first floor above sea level, and he said with a grin.

"Once you arrive, Whitebeard Jr. will stop coming."

"..."

Ian was almost speechless after hearing that.

He raised his right hand, released his power, and casually sculpted a palm-sized clay figure with a white beard.

With its chubby face, round body, and a long clay naginata in its hand, along with its signature crescent-shaped mustache, its true identity is revealed—

This is not Edward Teach, but Edward Weebull.

Do you like white beards?

Ian handed the clay figurine he was holding to Hannibal, who was standing next to him.

"gave it to you."

Who would like the biggest pirate captain?

Hannibal took Edward Weevil's clay figurine, pursed his lips, and slapped it flat with both hands, turning it into a flat piece of clay.

"And your white beard doesn't look like a white beard at all."

"Sigh, if only I could defeat Whitebeard so easily..."

"Everyone should have dreams."

Ian snapped his fingers.

The white clay in Hannibal's hand instantly came to life and changed its shape again.

It had a pharaoh-like face, demon-like horns, and a huge pitchfork.

Warden Limited Edition Nendoroid!

"Wow! So awesome!"

Hannibal was immediately captivated by his clay figurine, but he was still slightly dissatisfied.

"Ian, why is this 'me's' belly so big?"

Ok……

Like Edward Webull's clay figurines.

Hannibal's clay figurine also retains his round little belly.

"Of course it's because you're not working hard enough!"

Ian glanced at Hannibal's belly and said jokingly.

"I replicated this clay figure based on your appearance. Sometimes you should look for the reasons within yourself."

Upon hearing this, Hannibal immediately lowered his head, but could not see his toes.

"Sigh... It must be because the work at the big prison is too busy. I have to sit in the office all the time and don't have time to exercise!"

"You can fool me with these kinds of words, but never fool yourself."

Ian stretched out his right hand and patted Hannibal's round belly twice, as if bouncing a ball.

"Your physique looks fine now, but if it continues like this..."

"You'll look terrible the day you put on the chief's uniform."

"Ah? Really?"

Hannibal, who hadn't paid much attention at first, suddenly panicked after hearing these words.

"Will it affect my authority as director?"

Ian said seriously.

"It will definitely have an impact."

Hannibal suddenly became melancholy.

We arrived at the prison canteen.

Hannibal reluctantly took only 98 percent of his usual food portion.

Although it seems like a lot, it's at least a good start...

cough.

Ian didn't know how much his words would affect Hannibal, but he ate quite happily anyway.

It's been a long time since I've had the delicious food prepared by the chefs at the prison.

It tastes familiar now.

While Ian was enjoying his meal.

Kizaru walked over carrying a huge bowl of miso ramen.

"Admiral Kizaru".

Ian casually waved to Kizaru.

"Aren't you going to stay up there?"

"not needed for now."

Kizaru, carrying a bowl of noodles, walked over to the table where Ian and Hannibal were sitting down.

"It's really strange~ As soon as Ian comes, Whitebeard Jr. stops coming."

"That's why I just said Ian is really lucky!"

Hannibal chimed in from the side.

"With his arrival, Impel Down will be peaceful again!"

"……Um?"

Kizaru felt inexplicably uneasy after hearing Hannibal's words.

He felt that Hannibal was mocking him, the "world government's top military force," but he couldn't find any evidence.

Kizaru forced a smile.

"That's really impressive!"

The other prison guards around the area instinctively avoided this dining table.

Ian also took this opportunity to chat with Kizaru for a few more minutes.

"Admiral Kizaru, besides me, will any other Shichibukai be coming?"

I haven't received any news yet.

Kizaru shook his head, slurped a mouthful of noodles, and said something that seemed to have a hidden meaning.

"But the other Seven Warlords of the Sea must all have their own things to take care of, right?"

"……Um?"

Ian blinked when he heard this.

"Admiral Kizaru, did Fleet Admiral Sengoku send you to Impel Down because you had nothing better to do at headquarters?"

"Do not……"

Kizaru narrowed his eyes and answered seriously.

"Because I am fast, I bear a heavy responsibility."

"Wow, that's amazing!"

Ian slapped Hannibal next to him and said with a grin.

"Admiral Kizaru, you can't be a boss like Hannibal, who dumps everything on his subordinates and just slacks off, can you?"

"Hey! Ian! I'm not that kind of irresponsible boss!"

Hannibal shrugged and shook off Ian's hand.

"Every penny the world government gives me is earned through hard work, sweat, and effort!"

Kizaru glanced at Hannibal with a hint of surprise.

Fellow-minded people!

As long as the salary is paid, everything else is negotiable.

Kizaru (in his own opinion) is also such a working-class person.

At this time.

Ian stopped with the small talk and asked directly.

"Admiral Kizaru, how many days are we going to stay here?"

"I don't know~"

Kizaru frowned and shook his head.

"We'll have to see what Whitebeard Jr. does about this."

"If Whitebeard Jr. doesn't come..."

Ian spoke as if he didn't know Edward Teach at all.

"Does that mean we have to stay in Impel Down and wait for him forever?"

"It shouldn't be that bad... right?"

Kizaru said uncertainly.

"Although Whitebeard Jr. didn't come today, who knows, he might come tomorrow?"

Kizaru's "prophecy" has undoubtedly failed.

Ian's first day of returning to Impel Down openly and legitimately.