vncnus Chapter 487 Awakening Storm (3)
Chapter 487 Awakening Storm (3)
Chapter 487 Awakening Storm [-]
New World, Porto Cibaral Island.
"Hahaha, haha"
"So what with Whitebeard? I'm just robbing you, so what can I do?"
"Young men, leave at full speed"
On the sea surface, which was crashing, crashing, and slightly turbulent, there was a pirate ship that had quickly left the port and extremely arrogant words.
As a great pirate worth 8000 million Baileys who first entered the new world, "Jackal" Wolf is not a reckless person, but he must get rid of those abominable fishmen who received that bad breath on Fishman Island. Damn it. The beasts that lay eggs dared to knock bamboo poles when they were supplying supplies.
crunch, crunch
Wolf, who didn't even peel the orange and bit into it fiercely, looked very happy. For something like 10 Baileys a piece, Fishman Island dared to sell it for 500 Baileys. It was simply robbery.
However, that group of fish-men were numerous and protected by white-bearded flags. The most important thing was that they could not defeat those ferocious fish-men at the bottom of the sea.
"One mouthful has a white beard. So what if the white beard deserves to be the strongest man in the world? Are you going to be robbed by me? Hahaha, haha."
Wolf, who ignored the fact that the orange juice and fruit pulp was still in his mouth, smiled as if no one was watching. He was a big pirate with a reputation after all. If he could endure this tone, wouldn't it make others look down upon him?
So what about Whitebeard's territory? The sea is so vast, they can't just grab it and run away, swoosh, swoosh.
The sudden bumps of the ship's hull made Wolf's grin stop clattering, clattering.
"Boss, boss, look at the 3 o'clock direction"
"What is that"
"Oh my god, are we going to encounter some strange natural disaster again?"
The pirates' chattering made Wolf feel more and more irritable. Heavy hailstorms, volcanic rains without warning, inexplicable storms, etc. These were the natural disasters they least wanted to encounter during their voyage.
"Send the stolen items to the cargo hold first."
"Don't panic, don't steal the way, and most importantly, don't let me steal it."
"Pierre, is it a storm?"
After Wolf finished commanding his men, he looked up at the observation deck and saw his men who were shaking like chaff and whose faces were so pale that there was no trace of blood.
"what did you see"
With a "thump" in his heart, Wolf quickly jumped up to the observation deck. Before he picked up the telescope, he saw layers of waves at 3 o'clock, seemingly endless, overwhelming and overwhelming.
The most important thing is that in this stunning view of heaven and earth, there is also a very conspicuous and very large whale "standing" on the top of the surging waves.
"It turns out that the boat can't do it, right?"
Wolf, whose body was already starting to feel weak, snatched away the telescope from his men. He only glanced at it and froze in place with a lifeless face. He could clearly see that on the bow of the white whale, there was a crescent-shaped creature standing on the bow. Behind the bearded man are densely packed sails, and the pattern of "Crescent and Cross Skull" on the canvas is fluttering in the wind.
Although this man looked so insignificant under the endless waves, Wolf knew that he was finished, and it should not be said that the entire ship was finished.
"No, no no"
The shadow of death came like a shadow, and Wolf, who was muttering repeatedly, had only one thought in his mind: riding on a small Wagoner, a person can escape as far as he wants. This whitebeard who can even control tsunamis is not human at all. What can be resisted
Porto Cibaral Island, port.
Boom, when the 7-meter-tall man jumped off the bow of the "Moby-Dick", the roar of the sea in the distance also stopped.
The understatement of the waves coming and stopping means that not a single piece of the pirate ship remains. Even Wolf, who escaped first, did not escape with his life in that terrible tsunami.
"White beard"
"White beard"
"White beard, white beard"
The residents, who had long been looking forward to it and had surrounded the port, raised their necks, raised their voices, and called the name of the tall man in front of them over and over again.
If he didn't speak, he would say so. When he opened his mouth, Whitebeard, who was laughing boldly, waved his hand: "The flies have been taken care of. Later, if there is something missing from that house, go find Marco and say that now, I, Whitebeard, will treat you. Come on." Shocking for everyone”
“Great, let’s have a party.”
"Everyone, hurry up and get ready."
“It’s about to get lively”
Even though they had just been robbed, the residents of the island still responded to Whitebeard's call with enthusiasm because no one actually died because of the looting, and only property was lost.
As one of Whitebeard's territories, when pirates invade, they only need to hide in the inner city in time. As long as they rely on the favorable location and the remaining pirate cadres to put up a little resistance, the Whitebeard Pirates' ships will immediately arrive. Come.
During this period, Whitebeard will compensate them for any property they lose. This is Whitebeard's benevolence. Others call him "more terrifying than a ghost" and a man who is "more reliable than a god" in their eyes.
After the adults left happily, a group of little girls gathered together at some point. Marco, who was rubbing his head and was still a little dizzy, noticed this scene, came over with a friendly smile, and took the initiative to squat down: " What's the matter, lovely little ladies?"
The little girls, whose bodies were more or less dusty, collectively blushed at first, and then unanimously turned their attention to the little girl in the middle, who was wearing a white skirt and a pair of ponytails. He spoke a little shyly: "This, this"
It was knitted a little crookedly, stained with a lot of mud, and looked like it was done in a hurry. It was made of wild flowers. Even though the white skirt of the little girl in front of him was already covered with dust from running away, Marco was still attracted by the little angel. Their moved hearts felt warm.
"Please give this to Grandpa Whitebeard. It represents our gratitude."
"Gulala, what a beautiful flower, thank you"
Whitebeard not far away responded quickly. He smiled happily and actually bent down. Marco wanted to take it for Whitebeard, but after thinking about it, he gave up: If you dare to take daddy's gift, I'm afraid you won't be punished. "Blackmail" for several drinks.
So under everyone's attention, this stalwart man bent down and lifted the little girls to the bow of the Moby-Dick, lowering his head.
The little girls, working together, carefully clipped the flower crown that did not fit the size of Whitebeard's head onto his turban and connected it to his hair.
As a pirate, it is absolutely impossible for other pirates to be given flowers by children, even if they are buried in the ground.
But here, within Whitebeard’s territorial waters, no one will be surprised at all, because under his rule there will be no slave trade, no drugs, and no evil heavenly gold.
This is the rule of Whitebeard. Of course, those New World countries that refuse to give up their status as franchising countries and have many Pele borrowing the Whitebeard flag every year do not count.