In the midst of the great voyage, a small boat is sailing forward against the rising sun, breaking through the waves. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the bow of the boat, Crockdahl is holding a pointer in his forehand and constantly proofreading the direction of progress. Behind him was Daz Bonis, sweating out. Because the boat was so small, there was no sail set, but there were two iron oars for rowing.

Daz rowed the boat with a serious face, and the huge resistance of the iron oars in contact with the sea water continued to exercise his muscles, so that his strength grew unconsciously. Feeling the soreness of the muscles that fed back, Daz couldn't help but increase the force of swinging the oars.

"Huh." Crockdahl smiled lightly and tossed the permanent pointer in his hand to Daz, who was struggling with his head. Lowering his head, Crockdahl looked at his palm prints, a little distracted. The sand kept beating in his hand, as if he had life, "Ahh......h

Time passed slowly, and the boat was still sailing smoothly on the sea. Although it was raining, snowing, windy, and other weather, it continued to move forward smoothly and firmly.

"Well......" Crockdahl sighed, knowing that this was the shortest distance he had ever walked, he felt a little impatient, "Daz, are you sure you want to row over so slowly?" ”

"The owner...... You won't ......" Daz shuddered and turned around in some horror.

"Ah...... Take a break. Crockdahl smiled brightly and nodded. Then he ignored Daz and stood at the stern. The power of the Devil Fruit was activated, and the sand stirred up the terrifying waves at the stern of the boat, and the force of the recoil jumped with the boat at once. When the boat fell back to the surface, it made a huge arc and rushed out.

"Huh!" Daz suddenly had a large piece of iron in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he carved out a Jizo with both hands, and then carried the iron monk on his back and sat cross-legged on the boat, with a permanent pointer in his arms.

"Wow! Do you want to murder? At last, even the dervishes such as Daz could not help but roar, and his voice rose and fell as the boat jolted and flew up and down.

"Hahaha! How's that, cool? This is even more exciting than the sun speeder! Crockdahl laughed, flew out a puff of sand, held Daz Bonis in place, and with a great force, the boat sprang up and jumped out with the waves. From a distance, the boat rowed the course of the S, heading in an unknown direction.

Finally, through a layer of fog that suddenly appeared on the surface of the sea, the land appeared in front of Krokdal and them, an island. The island is surrounded by reefs, and there are many wrecks of ships between the reefs, and it is clear that many ships have fallen into this natural trap. Fortunately, Crockdahl reacted quickly, and the sand rushed out in time, destroying the rocks along the road, so as to avoid the tragedy of the shipwreck.

The path of the boat was cleared, and the huge inertia washed the boat up the beach, leaving a huge ditch on the beach.

"Whew...... The air is fresh! Crockdahl jumped out of the boat and stretched.

"Boss......" Daz followed Crockdahl off the ship, holding the unsightly iron Jizo that he ** had been hidden in one hand, and pulling out the permanent pointer that had been completely crushed in the other.

"The pointer is broken?" Crockdahl asked, looking at Daz's expression.

Daz tossed Tetsuzo to the ground and nodded. Looking at the permanent pointer broken into pieces with regret, he sighed and said, "Boss, the two pointers that I took with me are broken. ”

"Oh, just break it." Crockdahl waved his hand indifferently, as if he had not thought about the problem of not being able to go back without the pointer.

"The destination, it's already there, hasn't it?"

"This ...... Yes, boss. Daz hesitated and nodded. Since Crockdahl didn't care, he stopped talking.

"Tsk~ It's really hidden here, if it weren't for the exact coordinates, I really couldn't find it." Krokdahl looked around for a moment and said to Daz, "You from the left, and I'll look around the island. Sun Pirates, hehe, the treasure left by Tagore! ”

"Yes." Daz nodded and left.

After Daz left, Crockdahl also got up and headed for the island. When you arrive in an unfamiliar place, the first thing you should do is investigate the environment. Crockdahl, no matter how conceited, is cautious about these things.

A slightly salty sea breeze blew in from all directions, lifting the hem of Crockdahl's coat. As if filtered, the sea breeze that bypassed him became hot and dry, like the smell of a red-hot iron ingot.

This strange island is marked on a map that Krokdal found from Aaron, and the final destination of Tagore, the leader of the Sun Pirates, and it is also likely that his treasure is buried. However, judging from the information that Crockdahl knows, it is unknown whether there will be treasures left in a person like Tagore.

Speaking of which, Tagore's ideals were admired by Crockdahl, a sacred realm that he would never be able to touch. However, the same also made Crockdahl laugh. Especially the idea of not killing people is even more naïve. Can the conflict between humans and fish-people be alleviated without killing people? Can the hatred between these two races be eliminated without killing?

Joke!

The idea that the hearts of those who are not of our race must be different is not only possessed by the Celestial Empire, but by the inferior nature of human beings. Selfishness, that's the pathetic human being.

From a distance, the island's environment looks like a tropical forest, densely wooded, and the branches cover the sky and the sun, forming a piece like an umbrella cover. Only the sparse and broken sunlight can be projected through the shade of the trees and between the trees. However, this little sunlight could not bring any breath of life to the forest, and the whole island was dead silent.

Walking among the mottled shadows of the trees, Crockdahl realized that these trees that looked dense were in fact petrified long ago. It seems to be too old, or because of something else, not only the ground, but also the trees, and the plants, all seem to have a kind of petrified traces.

Crockdahl slashed a desert knife across a coconut tree, sending a spark in its wake, but leaving only a faint white trail, as if tickling the tree.

"Huh?" Crockdahl let out a soft sigh, his puzzled gaze wandering over the coconut tree in front of him. Even if it was petrified, it would not have been so lightly injured under his attack, so it looked like more metal than like stone, but it didn't have a bit of metallic luster, which made Crockdahl marvel.

Studying the coconut tree to no avail, Crockdahl tried on other trees, but the result was the same, the hard trees were not something he could easily destroy.

"Hmm...... Speaking of which, there is not a single sign of life. Crockdahl touched his chin and habitually pulled out a cigar, and then the heat from the friction of the sand ignited, and smoked it with a click.

"It's really terrifying to be silent, when does it look abrupt when you dance a Zhang Qiling out."

At that time, I didn't pay attention to the island, but now I found that this small island not only has no signs of life, but also does not even have a trace of sound except for the sound of the wind, and the silence is extremely strange.

"Cut...... It's really in an amazing place. Crockdahl snorted and continued walking, exploring the island's secrets.

Step by step, stepping on the ground, with a "clatter" sound, the sound of the soles of shoes rubbing against the fine sand on the ground is almost the only sound that Crockdahl can hear. Almost habitually, Crockdahl made marks on the trees as he walked, and although the trees were extremely hard, it was not difficult for him to make a mark.

Gradually, Crockdahl, who was making marks as he walked, suddenly realized something, stopped, and listened with a strange expression, but found nothing. Shaking his head, Crockdahl even suspected that he had developed a delusion. Let go of your thoughts and continue to explore the past forward. However, as he began to move, that feeling came again.

"No, it's not a hallucination...... It's the feeling of being watched, as if my intrusion has disturbed the natives of the island......" Crockdahl smiled and flicked his fingers, oblivious to the feeling.

This strange and mysterious island really deserves the name of the island, the whole island is not large, and it can be completely searched in a few hours. And maybe because the island is so small, there is no way to cause a magnetic field at all, and there will be no pointer pointing here. And there is always a layer of fog around the island, so it has not been discovered by the world.

Searching the island, Crockdahl seems to be leisurely, but secretly he is testing the stalker. The stalker seems to have no professional training at all, and the tracking method is inferior, but perhaps due to nature or other reasons, it is difficult for the average person to detect.

After Crockdahl deliberately went around in two circles, the stalker didn't know whether he understood that he had been discovered, or if he didn't have the patience to continue tracking, and gave up monitoring Crockdahl. Unable to feel the feeling of being watched, Crockdahl couldn't help but feel a lot more comfortable, and his mood couldn't help but soar a little at the same time.

The indigenous people of the island, or......

A legacy of the Sun Pirates?

Things are getting more and more fun......