Every bounty hunter has their own strategy for surviving in the sea, where the threat of being attacked by pirates or being subjected to extreme natural phenomena is an ongoing challenge for them. Some bounty hunters behave in a manner comparable to that of pirates, having their own crew and ship at their disposal.
Like what happened with the Officer Agents and Frontier Agents of the Baroque Works organization, not only do they have a flag representing the organization, but they also have their own flag attached to the ship they are traveling in.
Princess Vivi, now known as Miss Wednesday, was gazing out at the rare flat sea in front of her. The reflection of the moon and its dwindling light at the end of the sea caused her mind to be even more filled with worry while her heart was also waiting for uncertainty.
Meanwhile, Mr. 9 was rowing with all his might at the back of their small boat. There were no islands or anything else around them, and Mr. 9's hands never stopped moving as they moved deeper into the middle of the sea.
'Why should I be dragged like this? Besides, what's her business if Mr. 8 was kidnapped?' Mr. 9 actually felt dissatisfied after his partner was stubborn about returning to Whiskey Peak, which caused them to abandon their mission.
Although Mr. 9 was also shocked by what happened, he did not give a fuck about Mr. 8. In fact, he was pleased with himself because he anticipated that it would result in his being promoted, whereas his partner did not share this view.
He had no idea how long he had been rowing. Mr. 9 slowly turned his attention toward Miss Wednesday's jeans shorts. She didn't seem aware that her slightly raised ass made a seductive appearance as she played with the water.
Mr. 9 thought that compared to the breathtaking view of the moon that was taking place tonight, Miss Wednesday's ass was significantly more appealing because it could influence his heart to become excited. She abruptly stopped playing with the water and turned to face him as soon as he caught a glimpse of her ass crack.
Upon seeing the disappointed expression on Mr. 9's face, Vivi assumed that he was still upset with her and made an attempt to make an excuse for herself by saying, "You can choose not to come with me… so you can't blame me."
'Of course, you did not give me any other options from the beginning... I just couldn't let a gorgeous partner like you walk away after spending the past year cultivating our relationship.'
In the end, he simply had a stoic smile, but his eyes still had a glint of unsatisfied lust, and he asked, "By the way, how did you know that the marine who captured Mr. 8 went to Arabasta Kingdom?"
"Well, to be perfectly honest... *cough*..." When Vivi came so close to telling him that she was a princess, she choked up because, after giving it some more thought, she realized that she couldn't put her faith in him. The Princess has known for the past year that this man is the worst possible choice for her to confide in if she wants someone to keep her secrets safe.
"If the marines are aiming their fire at Mr. 8, it is highly likely that they are also aiming their fire at Baroque Works. Consequently, I can only assume that their next destination is Arabasta."
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It took them a very long time to travel from Whiskey Peak to Arabasta because they had to travel through two islands first. After several days had passed, they were finally able to reach their first island after making the journey.
When thick white fog floats in the middle of the sea, it's a really strange sight to see. As you get closer to the fog, you'll be able to see the view of an island with a series of drum-shaped mountains known as the Drum Rockies.
"huuhhh.... Miss Wednesday, do you have a Log Pose for another island, it looks like I won't be able to survive on this place..."
Mister 9's hands, which had been rowing the boat, came to an abrupt stop when crystal beads began to creep onto his gloves and make them stiff. He had no choice but to pause momentarily and rub his hands against his body to generate warmth.
"I don't have another Log Pose. Don't the people at Whiskey Peak always recommend passing this island because it's safer than the other islands?"
"That's true, but the only reason that's the case is because they are all cowards. They believe that by paying tribute to King Wapol, all their problems are gone."
Since Vivi is unaware of the history of this island, she has simply assumed that it is just a typical snowy island, saying, "We have no other choice. Our food supplies are also running out."
After deciding she didn't want to be out on the water for a long time, Vivi took the paddle away from him and rowed their boat to the shore by herself. Vivi experienced a more severe form of the cold than usual due to the clothing she was wearing, but this did not cause her to cease moving her body.
They struggled to find a place to park their small boat until they finally got it done, and then they made hasty steps to the nearest village. The snowstorm engulfing the entire island was becoming more terrifying by the minute, and the biting wind made breathing difficult for them.
Everything, including tall trees, rocks, and flowing rivers, was encased in a blanket of snow. Even though they could still feel the ground they were standing on, it seemed as though their feet were being sucked into the ground, making each step they took feel even more burdensome.
Their footprints were quickly obliterated by the never-ending snowfall that continued to fall to the ground. Vivi, who was in front of the group and experiencing severe dizziness, would occasionally lean against a tree before turning around to look at Mr. 9.
"Mr. 9, quick! If we're still out here at night, things are going to get ugly!" Vivi's voice appeared to be carried by the storm, so Mr. 9 wasn't quite able to hear her. However, judging from the pale appearance on his face, it didn't look like he would live long enough to reach the village.
Vivi kept walking until all of a sudden, her legs became extremely rigid, almost as if they were frozen. She scrambled to warm up her body by rubbing her hands together or using her breath, but her breathing gradually became labored before it fell to the ground on its own.
After seeing Miss Wednesday fall in front of him, Mr. 9 attempted to approach her. He knew she was running a high fever because her face was very red and she was having trouble breathing, but suddenly, a thought transpired to him.
"Isn't this a great opportunity... with her body full of gaps right now, I can do whatever I want..." at least that's what Mr. 9 imagined. However, all of a sudden, his body also became heavy, and he fell down before passing out.