Chapter 215: The Grand Line's Slacker General is a Salary Thief
The Red Hair Pirates' pirate ship, which was parked on the coast, has completed its rest and has brought in enough supplies from the island to last them several months on the sea. It is now ready to set sail again at any time.
You can see the crew of the Red Hair Pirates carrying barrels of wine, which are indispensable at sea, and finally bringing the wine onto the ship.
The player randomly stopped a trainee crew member, blocked his way, and followed him closely with eager eyes when he tried to move to the side in confusion.
The trainee crew member who was stopped in this blunt way had to face the player in embarrassment.
"Ah, yes. We can leave the island today. This food is enough to get us to the next island." Seeing that the player was only asking about information that didn't need to be concealed, he subconsciously relaxed a little. "Don't get so close to me. If you're curious about what I'm holding, feel free to look."
The player shook his head. "Excuse me, do you know where Shanks is?"
"Ask the captain, isn't he on deck... Hey, where's the captain?" The trainee craned his neck, but didn't see the familiar figure at the bow. His confident tone became hesitant, "I clearly saw him just now..."
"Why are you standing here? Hurry up. Do you want to dawdle until night?" Beckman, cigarette in hand, walked towards the two men and said to the trainee crew member.
When the trainee crew saw Beckman, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had seen a savior, and hurriedly carried the wooden barrels onto the boat.
Unable to answer the player's question, the trainee crew member's red neck could be seen from his back.
The player withdrew her gaze, and Beckman looked at her with drooping eyelids. When the player finally looked at her, she hummed with no clear emotion.
Beckman tilted his head slightly, a stream of bluish smoke rising from the tip of his lit cigarette. He pulled a Den Den Mushi from his pocket and handed it to the player: "That guy wants this for you."
The player let out a few "eh" sounds in surprise, and hurriedly took the Den Den Mushi. He raised his head and stared at the other person's expressionless face, which revealed a hint of ferocity. The player asked the trainee crew member the same questions again.
"..." Beckman didn't even blink. "Who knows where he got drunk and fell into trouble?"
Ugh! So strict!
I feel like I can get a glimpse into how Shanks is treated on a daily basis!
"Do you have anything to tell him?" Beckman looked in the direction of the Red Force, where he could see the busy crew members on the deck.
"Yeah, nothing else." The player put away the Den Den Mushi. The other party nodded to indicate that he understood, and walked towards the boat with his hand on the flintlock at his waist.
Gradually, the navy appeared on the shore, and the Red Hair Pirates prepared to set sail in an orderly manner in front of the navy. From time to time, a light laugh and scolding could be heard, and there was no sense of tension at all.
Borsalino was among them, wearing brown sunglasses, making it impossible to tell where exactly he was looking.
In contrast to the cheerful atmosphere on the Red Force, the atmosphere on the navy side was almost serious. No one spoke to break the silence, allowing the pirates' harmonious conversations to reach their ears on the wind.
"...Mr. General?"
The player stood beside him, and Borsalino simply lowered his head, naturally acquiescing to her approach.
The player looked in the direction of his gaze and only saw the Red Hair Pirates' ship. According to them, the positions of the navy and the pirates were almost as antagonistic as water and fire, so they were definitely not here to see them off.
Borsalino responded indifferently, "After all, this is a major move by the Four Emperors to leave the island, so the Navy must also make a statement."
The Red Force, not far away, slowly changed direction under the operation of the crew and sailed steadily towards the sea.
Beckman didn't move, his elbows resting on the railing at the bow, his eyes fixed on the gradually shrinking shore. The figures standing there blurred into black dots. He bit his cigarette, his attention always focused on the drunkard leaning against the railing.
"Don't see?"
Shanks seemed not to have heard what he said, and covered his forehead with his hand and said vaguely: "Hmm..."
"Hmph." Beckman let out a short, chest-deep laugh.
"That's good," Shanks stood up unsteadily, a little drunken, his eyes clear and calm. "If someone with ulterior motives notices her close association with the Four Emperors, it will bring her trouble."
He said this, and then he leaned on the railing like a boneless person, complaining to Beckman childishly: "If we hadn't met the navy by chance, we wouldn't have to think so much."
"I've decided. Next time I see her, even if conditions don't allow it, I must take her away with me."
Beckman didn't look at him. He slowly exhaled his cigarette, his eyes half-clear through the swirling smoke, a sharp look in his eyes. "That's really unlike you."
Shanks didn't argue, ruffling the ends of his hair. "If you lead others down an impossible path without clarifying your future dreams, even I would feel guilty."
…
The Red Force gradually drifted away, and the player seemed to see Shanks appear at the bow.
Maybe I'm seeing things.
"Ah, um... How long do you plan to stand here, Mr. Admiral?" The player looked around and saw that none of the surrounding navy officers were moving.
"When the red-haired ship is farther away from the island," Borsalino replied.
Player: "What?"
"Hmm... this distance is about right." Borsalino seemed to have an accurate standard in his mind, and suddenly announced when the Red Hair Pirates were dozens of meters away.
Wow——
The sound of stomping feet echoed from all directions, and the surrounding marines all took a step back. In the blink of an eye, only the player was left beside Borsalino.
"The Navy greets you, arrogant pirates."
Borsalino folded his hands in front of his chest, turning into dazzling points of light. The corners of his clothes were blown messily by the strong wind, and the sunglasses he wore reflected the light.
“Yashakani no Magatama—!”
A barrage of light bombs flew towards the Red Voss, hitting the deck and hull indiscriminately, leaving behind bullet holes and splashing water.
"Oh oh oh! The navy is coming, guys, hoist the sails and run away at full speed, hahahahaha——"
The panic on the pirate ship lasted only a few seconds before Shanks' hearty laughter reached everyone's ears.
The Red Force gradually disappeared from sight, and the navy did not take any further action.
The player turned his head blankly and stared at Borsalino who was adjusting his cuffs as if nothing had happened.
Eh?
On the island, we still get along without interfering with each other...
Why suddenly...
"Although in order to maintain stability at sea, it is forbidden to openly attack the Four Emperors."
Borsalino rubbed his chin and continued in a strange, infuriating tone, "But allowing the red-haired man to walk away unhindered is tantamount to stomping the navy's face into the ground."
What this means is that we still need to have the right attitude.
——I don’t know whether to say that he is perfunctory or loves his work!
Player: This incident was also recorded in the winery salary thief group chat
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