Chapter 6 Desert Island Survival

"Crash! Crash!"

seaside.

The evening tide has risen, and the sea is no longer as calm and gentle as it was at the beginning. The surging waves roar against the beach, one wave higher than the other, constantly washing the reefs on the shore with a thunderous sound.

Gel was looking at the boundless sea with emotion in his heart. Weevil was happily chasing and chopping small crabs on the beach with a big knife. If you look closely, you can see that Congyunqi was covered with black armed color domineering.

"Where's the boat?"

Gel looked around the bay but didn't see any ships. He asked in confusion:

Weibull, who was having fun on the side, completely ignored Gel.

"Eat my knife!"

Weibull fell from a great height, and with a slashing move that came with his armed color, he left a deep trench of more than ten meters on the beach. The fine sand on both sides fell down and filled the trench again.

The little crab, who only wanted to go into the sea, had nothing left of it, and he didn't know what he had done wrong until his death.

"Hahaha! You're such a wimp. You can't even withstand a single blow from me and you want to go out to sea?"

Geer:?

Why do I feel like you are making a veiled accusation?

Ignoring the fact that he sniffed his nose after speaking, Weevil still has the demeanor of a strong man.

"Stop playing around, brother. Where's our ship?"

Gel raised his voice and shouted:

When Weibull heard it this time, he immediately ran over.

"Brother, what ship?"

"It's the boat! The thing we took to get to this island? It looks like this...like this."

Ger thought he didn't understand, so he used his hands and gestures to patiently explain what a ship was.

"I know about the boat. There is no boat. Didn't we encounter a big storm and the boat sank, so we were washed here? Brother, you have a bad memory, hahaha."

Wow! Gel exclaimed, Wow! The sailing story hasn’t even begun and they’re forced to survive on a deserted island.

As the sky gradually darkened, Ger, who had accepted reality again, was mentally prepared to live on this uninhabited island for a while.

"Let's just go with the flow! I originally wanted to find a place to stay for a while to improve my strength. It would be much more convenient to get supplies in a town with people, but now I can't leave for a while without a boat, so I might as well start special training on this island."

Having had military experience, Loge was very experienced in surviving in the wild. His first step was to take stock of what he had available: two people, a gun and a knife.

When counting the items, Gel noticed that there was a big bag on Wilbur's back. He said that it was something his mother had rescued before the shipwreck and asked him to keep it safe. He thought there would be food or other useful tools, but when he opened it, it was full of gold and treasures. Gel was speechless for a while, but when he thought about Miss Bakin's character of valuing money, it made sense that he was still thinking about the treasure at a critical moment.

With a try-it attitude, Gel let Weevil go into the sea to see if he could catch fish for dinner. Unexpectedly, this big guy was an amazing swimmer. Once he got into the water, he jumped like a troll. His agile figure reminded Gel of the hippopotamus swimming in the animal world.

After a while, Weebull caught a sea monster with a pig's head and a fish's tail. It was nearly twenty meters long and Gel didn't know where to start. In the end, he had no choice but to put the whole thing on the fire and roast it slowly with Weebull's help.

Gel picked up the gun and went to hit the coconuts on the tree. While collecting fresh water resources, he could also practice his observation and shooting skills.

Passing by the big pit where he came from, Gel suddenly saw the unfortunate news bird on the ground.

"shave!"

He flashed to the pit, picked up the big bird that was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside by lightning and gave off a burnt aroma, and then shaved it back to its original position.

"Power is intoxicating."

Suddenly turning from an ordinary person into a little superman, Gel’s legs were almost cramped from using several of his skills, but he still showed off whenever he had the chance.

...

It was completely dark. The stars were shining brightly in the night sky, as if they were within reach and could be touched with the hand. In my ears was the sound of waves tirelessly hitting the charred rocks.

A huge bonfire illuminated the beach, and shadows flickered with the flames.

The meat on the fire had already been roasted and was sizzling with oil, and the aroma was fragrant. Weibulha, who was turning the grill on the side, was drooling all over the floor.

"Isn't it time to eat yet, brother?"

Ge Er couldn't remember how many times he had asked this question.

He patted his butt, stood up and walked to the grill, took out a wooden stick and poked the thick part, and when he saw that there was no more blood flowing out, Gel said:

"Okay, let's eat."

Weibull was waiting for this sentence, so he tore off a large piece of meat and gobbled it up. While he was busy chewing, he kept mumbling things like "delicious" and "I've never eaten such delicious meat before."

Seeing that Wilbur was eating so happily, Gel also picked up a piece of barbecue and took a bite. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with delicate and juicy texture. The taste was a bit like pork belly but with the freshness of fish. Gel, who was tasting local food for the first time, felt it was magical. Unfortunately, there was no seasoning, so the taste was only average.

"Looks like we'll have to get a chef on board. I wonder if Sanji is born yet?"

Gel sat leisurely on the wooden stake, crossed his legs, ate meat, drank coconut water, and took a newspaper from the bag that Newsbird brought with him and started reading:

(As for the newsbird, Weibull says it's also delicious roasted.)

Headline News: Is the Pirate King about to be born? The long-silent Roger Pirates have returned to the Grand Line again, aiming directly at the Final Island. Can Gol D. Roger stand out from the many great pirates and successfully conquer the Grand Line to become the Pirate King? Our newspaper is continuing to follow up on the follow-up situation, so please look forward to the next issue of World Economic News.

"The Roger Pirates are about to arrive at Raftel. Looks like we need to hurry up, because the Great Pirate Era is about to begin."

Gel stroked his chin, thinking about how to benefit from the events that were about to happen in the future.

"Uh~"

When I turned around, I found that Weibull had finished all the barbecue! He was lying on the stone, biting a bone stick in his mouth as a toothpick, and burped after touching his big and round belly.

Gel was very curious about how so much meat was put into his stomach. However, when he thought of the law that the better you eat, the better you can fight in this world, Gel showed a satisfied smile like an old father on his face.

"Drink some coconut milk. No one's going to snatch it from you. Why are you eating so fast?"

Weibull picked up a few opened coconuts, tilted his head back and gulped down the whole thing, saying happily:

"Brother, it's great that we can eat all we want of such delicious meat! I must go down and catch a few more to roast tomorrow. Mom always said that eating too much is a waste of money, and I never get enough."

"Haha, that's nothing. When we go out to sea in the future, I'll take you to eat lots of super delicious food!"

"Really? Is there really anything more delicious than barbecue? When are we going to go out to sea?"

When Wilbur heard that there was something delicious to eat, he couldn't wait to go out to sea.

"Not yet. The world outside is very dangerous. Starting tomorrow I will make a training plan for you to become stronger. We will also need to build a boat. Once you become stronger and the boat is built, we can go out to sea."

"Oh"

Weibull nodded. He didn't care too much. As long as he had meat to eat every day, it was fine.

As Gel spoke, he stood up, crumpled up the newspaper he had read, and wanted to throw the "ball" into the bonfire in a cool manner with a cross-legged dribble and a turn-around jump shot. Suddenly, he remembered that in this remote place, if there was no toilet paper, he would have to use grass or tree bark. Thinking of that sour experience, Gel couldn't help but pause, and then he could only silently put away all the newspapers in his hands and in his bag.

What a joke!

These papers are more valuable here than piles of gold and diamonds!