The little sailboat drifts with the tide on the surface of the sea like a lonely boat.

If you leave it alone, you will inevitably be swallowed up by the strange climate of the [Great Route], which can be called a demon, and the strange route of the [Great Route] is by no means as docile as a sheep in the four seas. The fastest way to find death on this sea is to leave the ship alone and let it drift, even if it is One Piece Roger, if he has the courage to let the ship go with the flow and lie on the deck and fall asleep, there is no doubt that he will die without a place to be buried!

But that's exactly what Wren Walker did!

Not only did he burn out his brain due to a high fever, but most importantly, he had to fall into a coma due to his injuries and fatigue. Whether ordinary people are sick or injured, it is impossible for them to sleep safely, but for a monster like Ren, relying solely on that inhuman and extremely unscientific self-healing ability and immunity, it is really much more convenient to sleep than to run to heal.

Although Wren is a simple idiot when it comes to life, he can more or less realize how dangerous it is to go with the flow on the Great Voyage. After forcibly choosing a relatively calm location, Wren, who dropped the anchor, reluctantly closed his eyes.

He didn't even have a dream, and even Wren opened his eyes suddenly after sleeping for less than half an hour!

Dozens of times more terrifying and sensitive than a beast, his alert instinct made him raise his head in a little panic, and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the huge hurricane that penetrated the sky!!

Even if he was as silent as Wren, at this moment, he burst out with extremely vulgar foul language.

Wren, who pulled up the anchor, took out the oars and began to slide desperately at all costs! The wound on his left arm, which had stopped bleeding, had cracked open again under Wren's desperate sliding oars, and the blood was pouring out.

The unreasonable [Great Route] will be a different scenery almost every hundreds of thousands of kilometers, and this unreasonableness is most common in the first half of the Great Route. What? Do you think the second half will be better? The second half of the game is purely killing you.

Who would have thought that in a peaceful place, a huge hurricane engulfed the island in less than half an hour!

Wren swung the oars with the strength of milk, and both oars were danced into a big windmill, Wren felt as if he had never been so embarrassed, even if he was fighting in the battle of a thousand people, he had never felt powerless like this, this is the great helplessness of human beings living between heaven and earth in the face of nature.

When Wren, who had both hands moving into an afterimage, was finally able to escape the devouring hurricane, he didn't even have time to take a breath, and the little sailboat was swept away from course by the wind and waves of the hurricane, and then ...... A huge iceberg crashed into the poor little sailboat.

"I ...... Nima! ”

Why are there icebergs in such a place!! Wren, whose arms were already overwhelmed and bruised, was so angry that he turned the oars again and was forced to ride a current that was too fast!!

Soon, Wren encounters a stranger who is more desperate than an iceberg.

Countless fish were swept up by this current and swept into the sky, and the only way to survive was occupied by countless schools of fish in an instant, but there was nothing to do, just drive the boat over. Yes, just drive over......

"How could it be possible!!"

Jumping up from the small sailboat, Wren smashed his fist on the iceberg with unimaginable anger!

Wren Walker, hate, fish!

When that punch hit the iceberg, Wren clearly overestimated his strength.

It's not that he can't break this overly huge iceberg, if it is with his normal strength, although it is a little troublesome, he can also break this iceberg. Now his state is ...... Well, he's never been in good shape.

When that blow landed on the iceberg, Wren knew that this blow was not enough to split the iceberg, and the shock wave quickly fell down the crack, and finally cracked the huge iceberg smoothly.

After easily removing a large block of ice from the fragments of the iceberg, Wren used the skills he occasionally mastered in the [Small Garden] to step back into the air, even though he had no foothold in the air.

The small boat that was snatched was well fed with food and drinking water, after all, it was a ship that had just entered the [Great Voyage] from the four seas, and it had not gone far. But after all, the road ahead is still unknown, so let's save a little.

Forcefully breaking off a piece of the ice and throwing it into his mouth, Wren drove the boat through the middle of the iceberg with a blank face. What are you kidding, there's no one in this world who can pass Wren through the fish, no one!

After some exercise and eating ice, Wren took out the permanent pointer, looked at the pointer pointing in the opposite direction to the huge hurricane that was faintly visible behind him, sighed, and resisted the strong feeling of throwing away this waste.

He was in charge of the boat for the first time, and he was not in a good mood now, with high fever and fatigue, injuries and other reasons made him want to fall asleep. Now he had to wait for the hurricane to pass, and then he had to turn the bow of the ship and go back. Although throwing away the permanent pointer in his hand and following the flow can be unpredictable and fun beyond imagination, the experience of being trapped on a desert island and nearly starving to death has dispelled this interesting idea.

"Tsk."

Dissatisfied that he didn't find a medical kit on the ship, although even if he did, with Wren's poor level of knowledge, he would at most tie a bandage to the wound and swallow all the medicine he could. However, he found a lot of liquor, and while waiting for the hurricane to disappear, Wren took out a bottle of rum, uncorked it, and poured it on his bloodied left arm.

There is a saying on the sea, "A pirate ship that can fight can do without cannons, can do without muskets, but it can't do without rum ......".

Theories about its taste vary, but its cheap price and ability to sterilize wounds are one of the reasons why it is so popular with pirates.

Wren never drank or smoked, and as a young man he did not understand or have any interest in understanding these two things that many people espressed, and even now he poured half a bottle of rum into his mouth on a whim, and he couldn't taste anything because of his terrible state.

Obviously, the feeling of wanting to fall occupies ninety-nine percent of the space in his mind, but Wren has to hold up the insignificant one percent and insist on controlling the ship from being washed away.

The hurricane came and went, and disappeared eerily in a few moments. Following the guidance of the permanent pointer, Wren, who wanted to find a safe place to stop the boat and rest before dark, came to the island recorded by the pointer before dark.

Wren was a little disappointed, but the snow-dropping Winter Island was neither a dragon's lair nor a famous trading island, just a small island that could be found everywhere. The strange weather, climate, and magnetic field of the great shipping route caused by the islands are mostly divided into four climates. Spring Island has only spring all year round, Summer Island has only summer all year round, Autumn Island has only autumn all year round, and Winter Island has only autumn all year round.

When the temperature cooled and snow began to fall from the sea before approaching the island, he could finally sleep as Wren's boat rounded the harbor and docked under a shadowy rock wall.

The falling snowflakes soon rendered the small ship a pure white, a snow-white that no one would notice. Although it is too strange for someone with an injury to fall asleep in such a temperature that can freeze to death, Wren, who can't care about so much, can't wake up as soon as he falls headlong in the cabin.

Why, don't bears need to hibernate in the winter?

But who has ever seen a human who has slept for half a month?

Although he can't be considered sleeping because of the high fever, it is more appropriate to say that he is in a coma. When he reluctantly opened his sleepy eyes through his instinct for crisis, what caught his eye was a dirty little face and a pair of bright eyes that were a little panicked.

A child of seven or eight years old, with short wavy brown hair, held a money bag that did not belong to her in one hand, and a short dagger against Wren's throat in the other.

The two stared at each other for a long time.

This is an ordinary winter island that is white all year round, Netherul.