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after some discussion, several officers of the blood sail pirates agreed to Carlos conditions.
They considered attacking this interloper to avenge Captain Tucker and establish their own authority as the new captain. However, the combat prowess demonstrated by Carlos was too terrifying. Captain Tucker, with his giant-worthy physique and 150-million-bailey bounty, had been no match for him.
Kill him? No one was fully confident they could.
Rather than taking such a risk, they decided it was better to escort Carlos to Wanokuni. After all, the rewards promised by Carlos were extremely attractive. An estimate of the auction items' value reached nearly 300 million beli!
With both parties reaching an agreement, the Blood Sail Pirates left the port of Sabaody Archipelago.
They dove 10,000 meters under the sea to The Fish Men Island. After a short stay of one day, they continued towards the second half of the Grand Line – the New World.
The sun shone brightly.
On the deck of the Blood Sail Pirates' main ship, a parasol was erected next to a small round table, with a glass of juice containing ice cubes on it. Carlos, wearing a floral-green shirt, lay on a beach chair with his hands behind his head, enjoying the sunbathing.
"This is the permanent log pose and the chart you requested," Vice-captain Yorick said, placing a large package in front of Carlos. They had spent most of the day shopping on The Fish Men Island, going to great lengths to acquire these items through shops, black markets, and other channels. The other party's lucrative errand fee had motivated this extra effort.
Carlos pushed up his sunglasses and nonchalantly picked up a log pose, strapping it to his wrist. "I heard the climate in the New World is unpredictable. I'd better leave it to you navigators to study the charts carefully. I don't want the ship to capsize halfway through the voyage."
Yorick raised an eyebrow, slightly indignant. "What are you talking about? Our navigator team is the most famous in all of North Blue. We've accepted this commission; we'll deliver you safely."
"Good. When we arrive at Wanokuni, you will receive the rest of the reward."
"Money speaks louder..."
Yorick sighed, a look of regret on his face. "I heard a mermaid could fetch tens of millions of beli at the Sabaody auction. If you weren't in a hurry, ugh..."
"Don't be stupid," Carlos retorted. "The Fish Men Island has tens of thousands of Dragon Palace Guards. It's also under the Whitebeard Pirates' protection. If something goes wrong, you'd all be stuck there."
Carlos didn't care much for money; he only needed enough. As someone with a normal moral outlook, he would never engage in kidnapping or human trafficking, nor was he interested in offending The Fish Men Island.
His priority was his undercover mission with the Beasts Pirates in Wanokuni. Carlos knew that in this world, strength was paramount. If he could possess the strength of a Marine Admiral or figures like Kaido or Whitebeard, there was little he wouldn't dare to pursue.
Yorick sighed. "Just wishful thinking. That said, I really envy you. It's great to have money..."
Carlos gave him a peculiar look. "Aren't you called the Pirate Supernova? Why do you seem so poor and as if you've never seen money?"
"Well, it's Tucker's fault. Coming from North Blue, we raided five or six small towns and amassed treasures worth hundreds of millions of beli. But this guy spent it all on refitting warships, buying weapons, and cannons, so none of us made any money..."
Thinking of this, Yorick couldn't help but grumble inwardly. However, despite the captain's death, they'd encountered a lucrative opportunity with Carlos.
"Let's have a party to celebrate our arrival in the New World!"
The banquet was lively, with pirates drinking and chatting loudly.
One could say the One Piece world was a paradise for seafood lovers. Sea cucumber, sea urchin, abalone, and king crab were considered low-quality ingredients here! Thanks to Carlos, the Blood Sail Pirates' chefs had acquired rare ingredients from The Fish Men Island.
Soon, plates of hot barbecue were brought to the table. The enticing color and rich aroma made Carlos' mouth water. He picked up a knife and fork and tasted a piece of meat. After chewing carefully, his eyes lit up. It was hard to identify the type of meat, but it was fresh, smooth, and tender, melting in his mouth. Each bite released a burst of rich meat juice that filled his palate.
The quality was unmatched, even by Wagyu beef. Carlos abandoned his knife and fork and began eating voraciously. In a short time, the table's barbecue for ten people was completely devoured.
Everyone present stared at the empty plates, knives, and forks suspended in mid-air.
Yorick laughed heartily. "How's the food on our ship? I'll have you know, our chef is the most renowned in North Blue!"
Carlos wiped the grease from his mouth with a napkin. "Is there more? Please serve enough for fifty people."
Yorick was taken aback. "Don't underestimate our Blood Sail Pirates... Hey! Have the chef hurry up!"
The kitchen was a flurry of activity. Countless plates of delicious food were produced. Carlos held a wine bottle in one hand and a barbecue in the other, devouring the food before him like a whirlwind. Around him, empty plates stacked up to form a small mountain.
But he wasn't satisfied; his hand movements showed no intention of stopping. Using both hands, he continued grabbing and eating the barbecue.
Among Marine Six Styles, his favorite was the Life Return technique. He could control his body to an astonishing degree, instantly digesting food and converting it into stored energy.
After a while, the frantic head chef emerged, waving a large spoon. "Yorick! There's less than half the food stores left on the ship! If he keeps eating like this, we'll all starve!"
Everyone was stunned. They had seen people with large appetites but never anything like this.
"Impossible, right? Didn't we restock our food supplies yesterday?"
"Oh my god, is this man a monster? He ate half the food that could sustain 600 people for a month and still isn't full!"
"What an exaggerated appetite, an abyss with no bottom!"
"Who the hell is this guy..."
Everyone was speechless, looking at each other in disbelief but not daring to confront Carlos.
"Quack, quack, quack—"
A seabird with a hat and a bag landed on the mast, breaking the awkward silence.
"A messenger bird? Is something big happening?" Yorick sighed and stepped forward to buy a newspaper for fifty beli.
After a cursory glance, his expression changed dramatically. His eyes darted between Carlos and the newspaper, trying to confirm something.
"Fuck!"
Turning to Carlos, he exclaimed loudly, "You! You're the Garros who made a big fuss at the Sabaody auction ten days ago with a bounty of 500 million beli!"