The first rays of dawn rose over the horizon, and Wren could feel the comfort of that warmth shining on his body.

Wren, who was standing at the bow of the boat, struck a pose that Shirley didn't understand at all.

With your back straight, your wrists bent horizontally, your feet together, your knees bent together, and you don't move in a position that looks extremely uncomfortable.

Shirley has been up since dawn to clean the ship, although for many pirates, a pirate ship that has braved the wind and waves all their lives is rarely cleaned a few times. Wren didn't ask for anything, but the little girl spontaneously cleaned it every day, as if as long as she was idle, she would lose the value of existence.

It had been a week before she had boarded the boat, and the little girl had found that her captain had never spent a night in the captain's quarters, and whenever she got up and began to clean, she would always find the man standing motionless in the bow of the boat, in that posture.

Isn't he tired?

When people are dreaming, this person is standing there and doing the practice.

Wren's strength is not something that destiny cares about, and his strength is not something that can be smoothly upgraded with an easy sleep. Wren Walker is a very impatient person, he has no patience for everything, this impatience is already equivalent to a sick thing, and the root of this impatience is caused by the emptiness of the heart.

He didn't know what he was going to do.

He didn't know what he wanted.

I just relied on cultivation day after day to pass the time, leaving superfluous distractions behind like impurities. Ever since he was a child, he was called like a gun, and he was suddenly told that you were free, just like being thrown into a killer's den since childhood, trained in cold blood, instilled in loyalty to the organization, and suddenly one day the organization said to you that you are free. Is it really like what was said in the third-rate article, from now on, let the birds fly and act recklessly?

It's dazed.

At a loss, he took the life of One Piece, Roger, which everyone talked about at the time, as his goal, and that distant target must be able to play for a long time, right?

But the king died.

Finding [ONEPIECE] was also a whim, but how would he survive this long and boring journey before finding it?

His long hair was casually tied behind his head with strips of cloth, and after taking a deep breath, he put himself away. If there is anything else in this world that he is worried about, I'm afraid it's this little life. With a delicate balance to maintain the normal functioning of this body, he must become stronger, strong enough to be able to override the pain, but he can't use his hands and feet to cultivate on this ship, if he has that intention, a shock foot may be able to stomp this ship down.

Wren, who jumped off the bow of the boat, wiped the sweat on his head, and deliberately ****ed his upper body in order not to stain his clothes with sweat, which can be regarded as a kind of practice in the cold night.

"Here you go."

Holding the gray coat and white dirty top, Shirley looked at Wren expressionlessly, obviously having been waiting for a long time. Wren, who picked up his clothes casually, frowned, threw the white shirt that had reached its limit off the boat, and walked to the bathroom with the gray coat.

After bathing, Wren wore his gray coat with his open chest, climbed up to the mast and lowered the sails, and after pulling up the heavy anchor, Shirley immediately ran to the cabin to take the helm, and the ship was again heading for Alabastan, which was not far away.

There was a white deck chair on the deck, and Rennes, who was relaxed, lay on the chaise longue and put the rice balls on the table next to him into his mouth, and Shirley, who was at the helm in the cabin behind Rennes, secretly observed his every move.

"Hmm!"

The rice balls are very ugly, or they are spheres of unknown meaning, but the problem is ......

Actually put sugar!!

Shouldn't you put salt!!

Evil ways!!

Most importantly, it's so sweet! How much sugar is put in it!

"Hmm, ahem!"

The muffled coughing sound indicates that there was another victim, Mihawk, who lived in the sailor's room, holding a bite of the rice ball in his bandaged hand, looking pained at the first bite of food that he had woken up after three days of sleep.

After a pause, Wren exhaled and wiped out the remaining rice balls one by one. This scene made the little girl who thought she was successful a little complacent, just kneaded the cooked rice into a ball and added seasonings, something that a monkey can do, there is no reason why she can't do it.

From the beginning of the coke to now the beginning of the reflection on her own behavior, so that she began to cook some simple food, although not obviously, and in some ways obviously deviated from the little girl, there is indeed progress.

And except for the first few times, Shirley has never been beaten again.

In fact, whether it's coke or overly sweet rice balls, Wren can eat it. The man who was once on the verge of starvation has since been very picky about his food, except for fish. People who have not experienced the horror and hunger of the endless sea cannot understand Wren's almost indulgent tolerance towards Shirley.

After drinking a large glass of water, I finally washed away the excessive sweetness. Wren sometimes wondered if there were fish near the lonely rock where he was at the time, and he would have been able to catch the fish with his skills even if he didn't have tools......

I guess it will, in the face of the fear of death, all the persistence of human beings is so ridiculous.

Just thinking about that scene, Wren shuddered a little.

With a thud, the door to the cabin was slammed open, and Mihawk, who was covered in bandages like a mummy, was one of Shirley's poor medical test subjects. There were two white deck chairs on the deck, because they were the original belongings of the ship, but Shirley never dared to sit next to Wren, but Mihawk lay on them unceremoniously, breathing rapidly, and just walked from the cabin to the deck, his wound cracked, staining the original white bandage.

Wren basked in the sun with his hands on his chest, still talking nonchalantly.

"Although it only took you three days to wake up from such a serious injury, you will still die if you mess around."

"Are you my dad?"

“…… Hey, son? ”

Hearing only a loud noise, Shirley was stunned to see the sword qi on the deck!

One side defends his dignity with an injury that is about to die, while the other side shamelessly punches and kicks a seriously injured patient!

Are these two children children?!

When the two chaise longues were reduced to pieces along with the table, the battle ended in a complete victory for Rennes.

"Really, don't wreak havoc on someone else's ship."

Shaking off the blood stained on his arm, Wren sat cross-legged on the deck unscathed, the poor man who fell in a pool of blood again, really made people sweat, how much blood could this guy still shed.

Lying on the deck in large letters, Mihawk closed his eyes to the dazzling sun in the sky, and said after a long silence.

"I won't thank you."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Wren shook his head, got up and walked in the direction of the kitchen, took two cheap bottles of rum from the fridge, and after placing one on the deck beside Mihawk, he sat down next to him.

"You only got on this boat occasionally, I didn't see anything, and it wasn't me who saved you, but the little girl."

Pushing the cork off with his thumb, Wren gestured to Shirley, who was struggling to stabilize the boat at the rudder.

Mihawk nodded, agreeing with this statement, otherwise this man who is as awkward as Wren may not be able to face the guy in front of him.

Laboriously opening the cold bottle of rum, Mihawk let the cold liquid cause his stomach to twitch, and finally cleared his mind.

"Put me down at the next point where this ship is going."

After saying this, he drank the rest of the drink in one go, struggled to his feet, and immediately felt an irresistible vertigo attack, and almost collapsed again. Mihawk, who walked to the cabin again, glanced at the nervous Shirley with a daunting eagle eye.

"Remember my name, Jorakol Mihawk. Little ghost, this life-saving grace will definitely be repaid to you. ”

Didn't remember what this guy who can kill people with his eyes was talking about, Shirley just nodded her little head like a chick pecking rice, watching Mihawk, who had dyed the bandage red, staggering into the cabin, Shirley was a little unknown and ready to move, the rudimentary medical methods learned in the book really need experimental questions to practice.

Shelly breathed a sigh of relief as the hourglass-shaped permanent pointer smoothly pointed in the direction of the ship's path, and then plucked up the courage to walk over to Wren, who was sitting on the deck.

"What's the matter?"

The calm and emotionless voice stopped Shirley before she approached, and the young captain wore the gray coat that Shirley had bought on Neseru Island with his chest on his chest, and his muscular body that had been tempered showed a formidable intimidation.

"That, that, please, please don't do anything with that patient for a while!"

"Huh?"

"If you do it with that patient again, he's going to die! Please, please heal and fight again! ”

"Can you fight if you are cured......?"