Chapter 518 Stealing a Ship
Seeing that her injuries had recovered, Arthur left the house directly and went to the lawn outside to be alone with Cooper.
"Why do I always get into trouble wherever I go?" Arthur crossed his arms, looking puzzled, staring at the sea where the smell of battle was coming from in the distance, thinking,
“Before the God Valley incident, I should have taken them back to the East China Sea for training.
If this continues, the people around me will die one after another.
Let’s wait until they become stronger before going out to sea.
Before that, it would be best to go to the town of Wells again and see if the Soul Prison Fruit is still sleeping there."
It has been almost a year since Arthur set sail from the East China Sea. His original purpose was just to find Gion, and he never thought that he would get into so much trouble.
"Um...are you one of their companions? Please give me...five thousand berries for the medical expenses."
The shy little boy came from inside the house and stood behind Arthur, asking him for it.
Seeing the knife at Arthur's waist, he didn't dare to speak too loudly.
“…” Arthur’s face darkened when he heard the number and he felt all over his body.
Apart from the sword, the Gion hat was still on his head, the boat, the money... nothing else was left.
He has spent hundreds of millions of berries since he went to sea, which is as terrifying as flowing water. Now he can't even come up with a mere 5,000 berries. It's really inappropriate.
"Can I use these shorts as collateral?" Arthur pointed at his underpants.
"Panda brand, a big name! I bought it for 10,000 Baileys!"
The shorts had a cute panda face tattooed on their buttocks and were of very good quality. Arthur had bought them during the months he had been wandering around the West Sea.
There were still many on board, but they all sank into the sea due to a sudden attack by Bondi World.
Now, except for his companions and the knife on his body, everything else disappeared again.
"Okay." The little boy agreed. If it was real, he could sell it for five or six thousand Baileys even if he sold it second-hand.
"..." Arthur stood there for a while, not expecting that the little boy really wanted it.
"Do you really dare to ask for it?"
“You broke into the house and didn’t hurt us the first time, which shows that you are not an unforgivable person who kills innocent people indiscriminately.
Even if you're a bad guy, even if you have a sword at your waist, you should consider that we saved your companions and probably won't just walk away like that, right?"
The little boy didn't dare look directly at Arthur, and held his hands together, still feeling a little scared.
Such a big thing happened outside the town. Who knows what kind of people the navy is fighting? The impact has spread to the island.
The Chagos Archipelago is the closest and largest economic archipelago to the New World.
Ruffians and hooligans gather here, and ordinary people have to be brave in order to survive, otherwise they may not even be able to drink porridge.
No matter what, we have to live, right?
Arthur pulled off the expensive shorts and tossed them to the little boy.
"Here you go!" He walked back into the house, cursing inwardly, "Damn it! I should be the richest man in the East China Sea, but now I've fallen to the point where I have to use even my underwear as currency."
Entering this hidden clinic, Arthur saw an old woman there.
The old woman saw Arthur, naked, strut into the room and quickly covered her eyes with her wrinkled hands.
"I can't bear to see this..." She quickly asked Arthur, "Hey, where are your pants?"
This is the owner of the clinic, with white hair, not a little boy.
"Your boy took it as medical expenses. Those pants are worth thousands of Baileys." Arthur didn't care at all and pointed his thumb to the outdoors.
"That should be enough to cover the cost of you helping me take care of her for a while, right?"
"Thousands..." Upon hearing this, the old woman quickly walked into the bedroom behind her and took out a worn T-shirt she had sewn herself.
"If you don't mind, you can use this to cover it up, little brother."
She really didn't have the face to face Arthur at this moment. How could she be naked?
Even the slaves on the island were better dressed than he was.
"Is it new?" Arthur said with some disdain, "I don't want it if it's been worn by someone else!"
"I sewed it with some old cloth. If you don't look at the worn-out appearance, it's still new."
Hearing this, Arthur took the clothes and put them on.
It's patched up, but it fits perfectly.
"Let's go, find a way to leave this place." Arthur ordered the people in the house.
"Oh, everything is gone again." Leia got up from the sofa, wearing the same shabby clothes as Arthur.
She sighed, and the diary she wrote on the ship, her favorite books and magazines about the West Sea, as well as a pipa and a guitar, all sank to the bottom of the sea.
"When will we have an unsinkable ship?"
"Hmm?" Feng looked at Leia after hearing this. "Has it sunk once before?"
"The Victory Wing, the ship we brought to the Grand Line, sank in the New World, and everyone on board nearly died."
Feng then remembered that the headline in the newspaper he saw in the Kingdom of Flowers was about the Wings of Victory being burned in flames.
When they left the room, they saw a little boy on the lawn looking at Arthur's panda-patterned shorts.
"Hmm...it seems true..." He nodded and said to himself.
"If you want an unsinkable ship, you have to ask Tom to build it himself." Arthur walked under Fat Tiger, holding his chin and thinking.
"I met Roger there last time. As long as I spend some money, he will definitely help me build an unsinkable boat, right?"
"Legendary craftsman?! That would have to cost a ton of billions of berries, right?" Leia was calculating the money.
"However, no matter how good a ship is, if there is no one to protect it, it will easily sink into the sea."
Arthur rolled his eyes at them and climbed onto Fat Tiger's back.
"I won't be going out this time. I'll only go out to sea when I've trained you guys up!"
As he spoke, his eyes turned cold, staring at Leia on the lawn below, accusingly,
"If it weren't for you! We wouldn't be in this situation today!"
Hearing this, Leia lowered her head, her face flushing.
"Didn't you say before that I was too young to do this or that?" Arthur saw her expression and continued to tease her about the past.
"How dare you! Eat my young grass!"
Arthur's forehead veins bulged, and he turned his face away from her and rode Fat Tiger forward.
"You're only six years old?" Feng shouted in shock. He couldn't believe that Arthur was only six years old. He didn't know it before.
"Well, what else?" Arthur looked at Feng with disdain, "You too, you've been training for three months and can't even beat a fishman."
Feng's face instantly fell when Arthur said this, and he sighed helplessly.
"I'm just a vegetable farmer, and I've only been training for three months. How could I possibly defeat that giant murloc? This is the first time I've ever seen a murloc."
Leia beside him covered her face with one hand, neither laughing nor not laughing. She had been at sea for almost a year, and her heart had changed a lot.
In the face of death, what use are social morals?
"Oh, we have such a hard life, Cooper." Arthur stopped looking at them and continued riding Fat Tiger forward.
"Cooper?" (But weren't you rolling all over her all day yesterday?)
Cooper was on Arthur's shoulder, tilting his neck and putting his head in front of his face, and they exchanged words.
"Shut up!" Arthur stared at it awkwardly. "Luckily they don't understand you, otherwise where would my dignity be?"
Arthur led them towards the southwest of the Sabaody Archipelago, which was the shipyard area of the Sabaody Archipelago.
You have to cross about four or five Yarchiman mangroves to reach Shipyard No. 50.
If he wanted to go back to the East China Sea and visit a Welsh town on the way, he had to get a ship to sail.
In this life, he may not bully or kill civilians, but he will forcibly rob those shipbuilding groups that are making a lot of money.
