A Day in the Pirate World

Sphinx Island.

This poor island has recently become busier.

There are people coming in and out every day. The villagers on the island were not used to it at the beginning, but later they gradually got acquainted with these people, and finally got used to it.

The arrival of these pirates has actually allowed the few villagers on the island to survive, and life is much easier than before.

Except for the meadow behind the back mountain where people are not allowed to enter or leave, there are not many other changes.

Well, even the big and small pirates who occasionally show up here have disappeared.

Safety issues have also been guaranteed, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?

On the green grass near the shore, a huge grave protruded, and in front of the grave stood a neatly cut tombstone with a person's name engraved on it.

Without any other introduction, only a name is needed, and many people are enough to know his past life and know how brilliant he was.

On the stone tablet, a huge naginata nearly ten meters long was inserted upside down on the tombstone. A captain's shawl was hung on the handle of the knife, and there was a fresh garland on the collar of the shawl. It seemed that this place was often cleaned.

The sea breeze blows, shawls and garlands flutter with the wind, and a delicate fragrance comes with the wind.

In front of the tombstone at this time, a person who should not be here is sitting cross-legged.

He was holding a wine gourd in his hand, and the fragrant smell of wine wafted from the opened gourd.

His pure white cloak of justice made it easy to recognize his identity at a glance.

"White Beard, look at how meaningful I am, I will do what I say, and I will never break my promise when I say I will see you off."

Mo Sen had nothing else in his hand, only this gourd of wine. He picked up the gourd and poured it in front of the tombstone. The aroma of the wine was overflowing.

"This is the fifty-year-old wine from Murloc Island. I only have two gourds left, and I brought you this one. How about it? Isn't it interesting?

Are you moved?

It's a pity that I can't wait for you to invite me back.

But to be honest, I didn't expect you to reply.You old guy is a cheapskate and a poor ghost. You have never invited anyone to eat or drink, and you are always rubbing against your son. I didn’t expect that I would entertain you with such expensive wine after you left. That's enough honor. "

Mo Sen took a sip himself, and poured some on the green grass in front of him.

"What do you say people live their whole life for? How many people have lived their whole lives without understanding. Many people are not as good as you in this regard."

Mo Sen said, looked into the distance, and praised: "You have a group of good sons, although they are not biological, but they are closer than many people's biological ones. I am afraid that many people will not know it all their lives. There is nothing better than yourself and your son. It is more important for the family to live together in good health.

Unfortunately, I can't go back..."

The last sentence was so soft that even Mo Sen could not hear it clearly.

Behind Mo Sen, a person stepped over.

Mo Sen didn't look back and still knew who it was. He continued to drink and waited for the figure behind him to stand still.

"Come and sit, don't worry, if I want to deal with you, that fellow Marco won't be able to leave in the Golden City."

Ace was not hypocritical either. He sat next to Mo Sen and looked at the tombstone in front of him: "I know, Marco told me about the situation in the Golden City."

"Ah."

Mo Sen nodded, and threw the wine to Ace who was beside him.

"This is something that is not easy to drink when your father is alive, and it is one of the most precious in my inventory, which is cheap for you kid.

You three brothers used to steal my wine to drink, but now you can drink it openly. "

ton ton ton ton ton~

Without hesitation, Ace lifted the wine gourd and let out a few big gulps, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"It really is a good wine."

He wanted to throw the wine gourd over, but Mo Sen refused: "You and your father can keep it for the two of you, we still have to share the good things.

I'm leaving. I promised to see off the old guy with white beard when I sent him away. As an honest and reliable young gentleman, I can't break my promise. "

Mo Sen didn't say anything else to Ace. As he said, he came here this time to pay homage to Whitebeard's tomb and see him off. Although the time is a bit late, his heart is the most important thing.

As for Ace, he has his own way to go, and there is no need for Mo Sen to intervene.

"Did you... meet Sabo in the Golden City?"

Ace hesitated for a moment before asking.

Mo Sen didn't look back: "Just as you thought, the Anan fruit was obtained by your brother. You three guys, you owe me all your life, and you won't be able to pay it back."

There is no exaggeration in these words. Without him, the three brothers would definitely be much more miserable than they are now, and there is a life-saving grace.

"Thank you, old... teacher." Ace knelt down, with his forehead pressed against the grass.

These days are enough for him to think about many things clearly.

Then, Ace stood up and looked at Mawson's back, with fire flickering in his eyes.

"I know that I am still far behind your strength. When I see you next time, I will definitely challenge you, just like my father, regardless of life or death."

The corners of Mo Sen's mouth turned up slightly, but he still didn't look back, even his figure didn't stop.

Only the sound reached Ace's ears with the wind.