#104 - Chapter 104 Roger Pirates

At the edge of the White White Sea, the sea breeze gradually calmed, with only occasional gentle breezes carrying a hint of coolness.

People stared intently at the exceptionally magnificent pirate ship.

It was quietly anchored off the coast of the island.

The enormous red sail was like a dazzling banner, shimmering in the afterglow of the setting sun, displaying the demeanor of a maritime overlord.

Embroidered on the sail was a skull with a magnificent beard, unmistakably the Roger Pirates, currently riding high in the Grand Line.

Although the pirate ship had just endured the ravages of the rising sea currents, with giant waves constantly battering its sturdy hull, it remained as upright as ever, without even a trace of damage.

The paint on the hull was still bright, as if freshly applied, leaving no trace of seawater or waves.

The people on the island gathered to watch the foreign ship, speculating about its origins.

It was rare for pirate ships to ride the rising sea currents directly to Skypiea, and such a scene was enough to become the subject of their after-dinner conversations.

"To maintain its original appearance after being scoured by the rising sea currents, this ship is no ordinary vessel."

"The master who built this ship must be a well-known figure even in the Blue Sea."

They marveled that the ship must have come from the hands of a renowned shipwright, for only top-notch shipbuilding skills could create such a perfect work that remained undamaged even after experiencing violent storms.

"Don't run around."

Children ran around excitedly, pointing and gesturing, while their parents hurriedly grabbed these little troublemakers who loved to join in the fun.

The guards were on high alert; pirate ships usually meant trouble, and they had to ensure they were fully prepared in case the newcomers were hostile.

In the Skypiean breeze, the sails swayed gently, the sunlight grew more intense, and the sun shone on the sea and sails, draping this mysterious visitor in a golden veil.

After a while, the originally silent atmosphere on the pirate ship was broken by a series of footsteps, and figures appeared sporadically on the deck.

They craned their necks, trying to make out this legendary land through their dizziness.

The sea breeze gently caressed their faces, bringing a hint of coolness, as well as the unique floral fragrance and moist earthy scent of Skypiea.

Roger stood at the bow of the ship, his eyes like torches, seemingly contemplating something.

In the breeze, his coat fluttered, echoing the distant Skypiea.

A burly pirate looked up at the dreamy island before him and exclaimed, "Skypiea really exists!"

With his voice, the surrounding pirates also turned their attention, many of whom had previously regarded Skypiea as a maritime legend, and now they were all shocked to see it with their own eyes.

Roger stroked the ship's railing with his hand, as if communicating with the ship, his eyes gleaming as he peered into this unknown land.

"Is what we're looking for really here?" Rayleigh adjusted his glasses, looking at Skypiea, which was obscured by clouds.

Roger smiled confidently, "I've already heard its voice; it's calling to me..."

"That's certainly good news," Rayleigh said, taking a swig of wine and revealing a smile.

"Captain, there's a gate ahead; should we proceed directly?" Spak Jabba reminded.

They were in the White Sea, in the same area where Jin An and the others had first arrived in Skypiea.

Roger listened to the voice in his ear, paused for a moment, and slowly said, "Go through that gate, up the waterfall, ignore the people at the gate."

After Roger finished his instructions, he turned to face the entire crew.

"Partners, our goal for this trip is ahead; now, let's begin our adventure!"

"Yeah!"

"Let's go find treasure!"

"After the Edd War, we can finally have a pleasant rest."

"First come, first served; none of you are allowed to fight me for it!"

"Bullshit, what you have in your hands is yours; everyone will rely on their own abilities then!"

The pirates were eager to try, their goal was not just the Poneglyph, but treasure was the most attractive thing to them.

At this moment, although there was no direct communication between the pirates and the Skypieans, both sides were observing each other's actions.

The arrival of the pirates would undoubtedly bring some changes to Skypiea.

And the existence of Skypiea would become an unforgettable memory in the pirates' adventurous lives.

In the eyes of the islanders, this group of sudden pirates seemed somewhat out of place.

"Let's stay away from this place."

"It's been a long time since we've seen pirates; now that we have Lord God's protection, there's no need to worry so much."

Their eyes held a thirst for the unknown, as well as excitement at seeing the pirates their parents had talked about.

......

As the ship slowly approached, the pirates followed a path shrouded in clouds and gradually set foot on Angel Island.

They were surrounded by dreamlike scenery, with a huge cloud canopy covering the sky above, leaving dappled shadows dancing on the ground.

The pirates' eyes widened involuntarily at the beautiful scenery.

The guards on Angel Island vigilantly watched these uninvited guests on the tattered sailing ship, while quickly shuttling between the trees, calling their companions to gather.

When the pirates stepped onto the island and strode forward, the guards quickly formed a line of defense.

The captain among them pushed through the crowd and walked to the front.

He shouted loudly to the pirates, "Who goes there? This is Angel Island; please immediately state your purpose."

Roger and his crew stopped, looking curiously at the wings behind the guards.

The attentive guards noticed this detail, and tightened their grip on their weapons.

The breeze blew again, bringing a faint floral fragrance, but the tense atmosphere did not ease at all.

Roger took a step forward, chest out and head held high: "We came on the rising sea current, for the Poneglyph, we accidentally heard the legend of Skypiea, so we came to Skypiea to collect it, we have no malice, we only seek a short stay."

Just as the guard captain was in a dilemma, two figures slowly walked out from the depths of Angel Island, their steps were steady.

Their arrival immediately attracted everyone's attention.

When Enel's figure appeared in their sight, for a moment, there were low calls from the crowd, they gathered into enthusiastic cheers: "God is here! God Enel is here!"

Enel, the current "God" of Skypiea, remained calm even when facing Roger.

Although in his observation Haki, these pirates were all unfathomable in strength, it could not shake him.

The people of Skypiea had gathered there, their faces filled with anticipation and their eyes shining with reverence.

The pirates were stunned, and their eyes were filled with confusion as they exchanged glances.

In this sky city shrouded in clouds, someone dared to call himself God?

A burly pirate pushed away the crowded companions around him, scratched his chin, and muttered disdainfully: "Self-proclaimed God? Then he must be very durable?"

Pirates were fearless by nature, and they were all attracted to the one who was called God.

"Perhaps..." Roger's voice sounded in his companions' ears, "In their eyes, he is indeed God, just like we are free pursuers at sea, every place has its own beliefs and reverence."

"Jinan?" A man with two swords walked to the front of the crowd and looked at a somewhat familiar figure, unsure if he had recognized the wrong person.

Jin An also saw the samurai he had met once:

"Oden, I remember you joined the Whitebeard Pirates, why are you here?"

Oden rushed forward boldly and put his arm around Jin An's shoulder: "It really is you, in order to fulfill Roger's wish, I temporarily left Whitebeard's place."

Roger looked curiously at the two people embracing:

"Oden can read the Poneglyph, so I asked him to join us temporarily."

"You know each other?"