The ship wandered on the calm sea, and the rapid and fierce sea was unusual, without the cruelty of the past, like a child without temper, facing the emptiness alone.

A ship, the direction of travel is not clear, where it is going, whether it is the East China Sea, the South China Sea, or the New World, even if it is where it is now.

A man, a boat, aimlessly.

Standing on the board, the bear staring ahead with his hands folded, was what he did every day, looking for an island to be directional, or finding other ships.

The ocean is too big, and it is impossible to find a ship without a few months, and the bear does not doubt that he has the protagonist aura, but the problem is that sometimes, the protagonist aura is useless.

"Where the hell am I?"

At first, he was able to discern the direction, but the bear relied on his own ability to keep the course, and after a good night's sleep, he suddenly realized that he had lost his way.

Go with the flow, and wherever the water goes, the boat follows.

Xiong regretted that it was too late, things had happened, and he couldn't change it, he wanted to change, he couldn't do anything, holding the map, he could barely see it, south, south, north, west, but there was no clear location, he didn't dare to drive rashly in any direction.

"Hey."

Sleeping by mistake, the bear rubbed up the map, didn't want to look at it, and could only wait for the goddess of fate to come.

Half an hour later, the bear came to an incredible place.

There is something incredible about this place, and just by what I saw in front of me, I felt that it was strange that the ship had stopped sailing here.

Reaching out and touching his face, the bear found that there was no trace of wind in this place, and the whole world suddenly became quiet.

No wind bands.

He came to the windless area, and if he wanted to continue his progress, he could only rely on the permanent pointer, or the power of the ship, and the progress became slow, not as fast as before.

In the windless zone, the bear's spirit is concentrated, looking ahead, this is a paradise for sea kings, and the sea kings of ordinary seas are not very strong, although there are exceptions.

It's different here, every sea king is very strong, and the strong ones can even eat bears, maybe it's the bear's bad luck, just thinking about this problem, a huge sea king suddenly jumped from the depths of the ocean into the air.

The huge tail flapped the ship, huge and terrifying, the bear stretched out his hand, and the pressure cannon bombarded the sea kings, but it could not let it destroy the ship, and it would be difficult to move an inch.

"Pressure cannon."

"Teleport."

"Finger gun."

One move was useless, Xiong used his physical technique to come under the belly of the sea king, his fingers hardened, and passed through the belly of the sea king, hard and not moving.

The bear flew upside down, and the sea kings felt the pain, and the huge mouth bit over, wanting to swallow the bear and the ship in one bite, but the bear would let it do what it wanted, and put his hands on the head of the sea kings, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

"Slam the pressure cannon."

The palm of the hand was quickly pushed out, and the meat ball appeared, compressing the air at high speed, forming a sphere containing huge energy, and fluttering in front of the sea king, as the bear's hand continued to push, the pressure cannon was densely piled in the air.

The pressure cannon, which seemed to be very slow, exploded in the blink of an eye, with a boom.

"Boom!"

The bear quietly landed on the plank, moved his changing hat, and after he set it up, there was a loud sound of falling water in his ears, and he turned his head slightly, glanced at it, and said nothing.

The sea king turned his belly, white, and his eyes were already white.

The other coveted sea kings left one after another, no longer approaching this side, and the bear was much more worried, walked to the edge of the ship, and took a closer look at this sea king.

"I'm so lucky to be able to eat it."

Just when you are hungry, you can eat this sea king, the bear will not be polite, let alone waste food, the whole sea king class is directly dragged onto the board of the boat, separated into many pieces.

The meat was enough for him to eat for three days, and with the storage, he no longer had to worry about anything else and began a leisurely barbecue life.

The floating ship, for the first time, raised a smoke, and the bear, who had not seen the smoke for a long time, could not help but burst into tears.

Do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing.

Eat and drink, the bear is lying on the board, today he doesn't want to exercise, it's rare to be lazy.

Leisure time always passes quickly.

In the blink of an eye, as soon as the eyes are closed, at night, the stars are all over the sky, flickering faint light, and the bear is motionless and looking at the sky, alone, looking at the starry sky.

Alone!

Lonesome!

From the beginning to the present, he has been a man.

Companions, friends, loved ones, are all dead, and one is left alone to face the cruel world.

He tried, struggled, and tried to resist, and in the end, it was still like that.

It turned out that he was always alone.

That's it, the bear smiled, and the smile was very bitter.

"The moon is no longer the moon in front of me, and the stars are faint."

His heart changed, and he lost his appreciation, the bear turned around, saw that it was darkness, was stunned for a moment, turned around, and looked at the sky head-on, he would rather be bitter than dark.

Draining.

The rain fell on the face, on the plank, on the clothes, on the ocean, and caused a ripple, slowly spreading into the distance.

The bear touched the face, it was raining and it was cold.

He didn't go back, he didn't move, he lay on it, his mind went back to the past, the rainy days of the past.

On a rainy day, it is suitable for a person to walk in the wandering alleys with an oil-paper umbrella, feel the washing of the years, and the past years will be precipitated on the hard stones.

The rain whipped the oil-paper umbrella, and the sound of crackling was very beautiful.

Amazing views, waiting to be enjoyed.

"Rain, it's cold."

His thoughts went back to the past, but his mood was even more sad, and he didn't know if he had become sentimental or if he had become indifferent.

The world is cruel, full of all kinds of darkness, calculations, you want a quiet life but can't, oppression is everywhere, the world of One Piece, what you feel is not blood, not warmth, but darkness.

To kill, you don't need a reason.

Sometimes, slaughter is a kind of glory, a perverted world, a twisted human heart, and it is no longer a good world.

Over the years, he has killed people at the slightest disagreement, and hundreds of people in his family have all been slaughtered, even the elderly and newborn children, it is difficult to survive.

He has also met people who are gentle on the surface, but in the blink of an eye, they are demons, and the village no longer exists, but he is glorified in the world.

He also encountered a wolf in sheep's clothing, killing the people, framing others, and he survived, but the man died.

He saw it, he felt it, he was indifferent, his warmth was washed away, mercy was trampled on, kindness was ridiculed, and in the end all that was left was a desolate heart.

Cracks, cracks, I don't know when they are densely packed in every corner of the heart.

He looked at the rain, opened his mouth, and tried the taste of the rain, salty, presumably someone was sad again.