Parting with Whitebeard, the four of Don continue their journey.

Last night, under the sparse moon and stars, he vaguely reminded Whitebeard that he would embark on the road of health preservation and maintain vitality, which was naturally his favor.

The study of the immortal species, even he himself is not sure how young he is. Five years, six years, or ten years, twenty years?

Will he be able to wait for the only life he has left?

It was a sad question, but Don didn't have the slightest choice, he could only wait silently.

The wooden ship rose and fell in the New World, slowly moving, and two months later, they coated the ship and dived to the bottom of the sea, entering Fish-Man Island.

There were fish people all around, and the appearance of the underground dragon palace obviously made Bruce, who accompanied him, very curious, and he kept opening his mouth wide, marveling at everything he saw.

There are so many wonders of the new world, and Fish-Man Island is undoubtedly one of them.

"Look, there's Whitebeard's banner hanging there, is this the chassis of Uncle Whitebeard?"

Bruce said in surprise when he saw the Whitebeard flag hanging high above.

"Fish-Man Island is indeed his sphere of influence."

Don nodded.

However, he was not satisfied with Bruce's statement that he called Uncle Whitebeard and called himself Grandpa. Could it be that his current appearance is older than that bad old man with a white beard?

They wandered peacefully in Fish-Man Island, quietly as a sightseer, spent three days peacefully, and then left.

The journey of the New World came to an end the moment the wooden ship floated to the surface of the Great Passage.

This also means that the four of them are out of the chaotic ocean of the New World.

The day before they left, they had also received news from the red-haired pirates, a new group of pirates who had now risen in the New World and had become famous.

Approaching the Chambord Islands, Don calls Sengoku.

"Where are you now?"

Sengoku asked directly.

"In the Great Passage."

Don En Dao.

"Zefa wants to see you, can you come back?"

Sengoku said in a deep voice.

Tang En was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head: "No need, say hello to Teacher Zefa for me." ”

"You kid."

Sengoku wanted to scold something, but when the words came to his lips, they finally became a sentence.

"Take care of yourself outside."

Subsequently, the phone bug hung up.

Don withdrew the phone bug into his arms and stood silently on the deck for a long time.

He didn't know what kind of mentality he was in at the moment, but he felt that it was very inappropriate and ashamed to see the old man like this.

Naval Headquarters, Marin Fando, inside the Naval Academy.

"I'm going to the New World!"

Zefa said in a deep voice, serious and serious.

"That's not where you're supposed to be, Zefa."

Sengoku sighed.

He knew in his heart what the other party was thinking, but it was impossible for him to agree to this matter.

"Sengoku, I want to figure out what the world is like now?"

"Is our navy really powerless to resist?"

Zefa Dao.

"Do you really want to go? The situation may be more dire than you think. ”

Warring States sighed, the other party's appearance, he couldn't stop it.

"I'm just going to see, Sengoku."

Zefa said solemnly.

"You are no longer a general, what reason should you use to let you go to the new world?"

Sengoku shook his head.

"The navy under my command, they need internships and experience."

Zefa said in a deep voice.

Warring States stared at Zefa's eyes for a long time, and finally sighed: "I know, after a while, I will arrange it for you." ”

Time slowly passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, another three months passed, and Don and his group of four arrived close to the location of Alabastan.

"Crunch!"

The wooden boat made a loud sound, and the sound echoed on the surface of the sea.

"This ship is dead, after such a long voyage, the keel is basically broken, and one can't last long."

After checking it barefoot, Bard said to the three of them.

"So, what will the ship do?"

Bruce trembled.

"What else will I do? Of course it's sinking, what stupid question are you kid asking? ”

Bud slapped Bruce on the head.

"Sink down?!"

Bruce shook all over his body and looked around, the vast sea, there was no place to lean on.

"No, it won't, right?"

Bud looked serious: "I'm not kidding you. ”

"Grandpa Rosius, Grandpa Donn, what should I do?"

Bruce turned his head and said in a trembling voice.

"Don't worry, Bruce, our boat is sturdy and should be able to give us a ride."

Don chuckled.

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, and Bud pouted.

He sailed the ship, so he knew the ship best, which was almost at the end of the road. After that time in the New World, the ship really couldn't hold out.

After a day, the wooden boat slowed down and finally stopped in the middle of the ocean.

"It's leaking, that's it."

Bard shrugged and said helplessly.

Bruce was a little stunned, and after reacting, he ran to the bottom of the boat.

Soon, a scream came from below the ship.

"That kid is scared."

Rosius laughed.

Bard leaned against the boat, looking at the undulating sea in front of him, his expression calm.

He has been following the two old men for so long, and he has already cultivated a strong mental quality. If these two old guys don't panic, they must have a way.

After a while, Bruce came up with a dejected face and fell to his knees on the deck, looking desperate with his head down.

"It's all cracked underneath the ship, and the water, the sea is flooding the ship."

None of the three responded, the ship was sinking, and they could all feel it.

There was silence on the deck, and Bruce panicked and was a little sluggish.

On this vast sea, he naturally knew very well what it meant for the ship to sink.

Big Bud, despite his strength, is not of any use. Not long ago, he had just looked around, and he couldn't even see the shadow of an island.

"It's over!"

With a long sigh, Bruce waited for doom to come.

But time passed minute by minute, and Donn, Rocius, and Bard were calmly doing their own thing, not caring about the impending end at all.

Bross was deeply admired by the calmness of these three people, and such psychological quality may be the gap between the weak and the strong.

"Ready, ready, pack, it's time for us to go."

Don suddenly spoke up.

"Oh? Is there a ship coming? ”

Rocius opened his eyes and glanced around.

Bruce also stood up at once, looking anxiously, but there was not half a shadow in his eyes.

"Ten minutes later, you will be able to see that the boat should be able to hold out for half an hour, just right."

Don nodded.

Bard neatly entered the cabin and packed his things, knowing that the two old men would have a way.

About half an hour later, in front of the wooden boat, a ship came head-on.

"It's a pirate ship!"

"But it doesn't matter, it's best if you let us go!"

Rosius sighed.

With a smile on his face, Don stared at the man with golden braids on the pirate ship in front of him.

"Jep the Redfoot."