Thatch is older, and unlike Marco who grew up on the Whitebeard Pirates' ship, he had been wandering on the sea for several years before joining the Whitebeard Pirates.
Listening to Marco's narration, Thatch realized that the main conflict between Marco and the new navy was not a simple issue of stance between the so-called "navy" and "pirates".
At the same time, Thatch was also surprised by the naivety of the new navy.
Just for such a small matter, he dared to risk his life with the captain of their Whitebeard Pirates. If the new navy had met other pirates on their ship instead of Marco, he would have been dead by now.
After all, not all pirates are like Marco.
"Hey, Thatch."
"What on earth do you think that guy is so angry about?"
Looking at the vast ocean, Marco couldn't help but recall the look in the eyes of the new navy when he saw him.
Marco rarely saw that look full of resentment.
What he saw more from others was respect, fear, flattery, etc.
Marco could feel that Terry Black's resentment was directed at him, not at his identity as a pirate, which made Marco puzzled.
"If I must say, the conflict between you and the New Navy was actually a misunderstanding."
"To say it was a misunderstanding is actually not accurate."
"Because you did use your influence to your advantage."
"Whether others respect you or fear you, the end result is that you get the product from the boss without paying."
"And your actions, in the eyes of that new navy, are undoubtedly 'plundering' in line with the pirate style."
Thatch gently put his arm around Marco's shoulders and explained with a smile.
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"Don't we often encounter this kind of situation when we buy things on Sphinx Island?"
"If the owner doesn't want the money, even if we force it on them, they won't want it either, right?"
Marco looked at Thatch with some confusion.
"The Sphinx Island is Daddy's hometown, and the situation is different."
"Dad protected that place, and the people on the island respect Dad and our Whitebeard Pirates from the bottom of their hearts."
"This is the world."
Thatch smiled and shook his head, explaining that he knew Marco was young, but he had never expected that this young man could have such a naive side, which he had never discovered before.
In fact, hasn't Marco encountered similar things before? Of course he has. There are too many people in this world who are afraid of offending the Whitebeard Pirates.
But those similar experiences in the past never left any deep impression in Marco's mind.
What’s done is done. It won’t be like today, where someone rushes up to stop it.
"Is that so?" Marco savored the difference and fell silent.
"Don't think too much, we're pirates."
"He's not a good person who does good deeds."
"Don't take it to heart."
Seeing that Marco hadn't recovered from his emotion, Sachi patted him on the back and turned away. It was just a small matter, and he had already given him the necessary guidance. Given Marco's personality and temper, he would soon adjust.
"Too."
Marco was not the kind of person who would dwell on trivial matters. He murmured softly, shook his head, expelled the figure from his mind, and then played with his companions on the boat.
"Major Black!"
"Hey, wake up, Major Black!
On a street somewhere in Cheese Town, the belated new marines gathered around the unconscious Terry Black.
They were all under Terry Black's command, and were ordered to oversee the naval branch on the island.
After the news of the Whitebeard Pirates landing on the island came, Terry Black, the most capable one, was worried about the safety of the people and rushed to the island before the rest of the group.
But what no one expected was that after only a few minutes of separation, their major had been attacked and fell into a coma.
The shouts of his subordinates failed to wake up Terry Black. The Marines contacted the doctor while quickly sending a call for help to the Cake Island headquarters.
"Report!"
"The navy stationed in Cheese Town has reported a sighting of the Whitebeard Pirates' Moby Dick."
"Now, the Whitebeard Pirates have landed on the island!"
As the door to Tsugikuni Yoriichi's office opened, Lieutenant Mick, the aide-de-camp, quickly entered and reported loudly. After his report, Mick quickly placed a written briefing sheet next to Tsugikuni Yoriichi's desk.
"Whitebeard Pirates? The Moby Dick?"
Hearing the familiar name mentioned by his subordinate, even Tsugikuni Yoshiichi raised his eyebrows in surprise, quickly took the briefing in his hand and scanned the text message.
"Why is Whitebeard here?"
After confirming the text of the briefing, Guo Yuanyi murmured in confusion, somewhat puzzled.
"Notify the new navy of the Cheese Town branch that no contact with the Whitebeard Pirates is allowed without orders."
"Notify everyone at headquarters to end all leave and assemble all combat troops at the Cake Island military port, awaiting further orders."
"The rest of the branches, enter combat readiness and impose martial law on the spot."
"Whitebeard Pirates. I need to go there in person."
Thoughts raced through Jiguo Yuanyi's mind. While giving orders to the attendant, he stood up, walked to the knife rack, tied the two long swords, Dawn and Yanma, around his waist, and stood up and left the office.
"Yes!" The second lieutenant straightened his body after receiving the order, answered yes and hurried away.
When Jiguo Yuanyi came outside, he turned over and jumped out of the corridor. Golden wings grew rapidly behind him. As the golden wings spread, Jiguo Yuanyi soared into the sky and disappeared into the sky.
Just a few minutes after Yuichiro Tsugakuni left, the attendant Mick returned and saw that Yuichiro Tsugakuni had left, so he could only contact Yuichiro Tsugakuni using a Den Den Mushi.
"Mr. Tsugikoku Yoshiichi, news has come from the Cheese Town branch that the branch chief, Major Terry Black, has been attacked by pirates and is seriously injured and unconscious."
The way the aide-de-camp addressed Yoriichi Tsugakuni was slightly different from that of ordinary navy officers. In informal occasions, they called him "Sir" to sound more intimate.
"I see."
After learning the news, Tsugikuni Yoshiichi didn't say much, and he didn't feel surprised at all.
Although it is not clear what the Whitebeard Pirates are doing in Wano Country, it is normal for pirates to have conflicts with their new navy.
As soon as Guoyuan hung up the phone, the flight speed increased a bit.
On this day, some people on the island could see a golden rainbow flash across the sky, passing through the sun.
The arrival of the Whitebeard Pirates caused quite a stir in Cheese Town.
Fearing Whitebeard's reputation, many shops and businesses chose to close down, which disappointed many members of the Whitebeard Group who had intended to appreciate the exotic customs.
Moreover, Cheese Town is fundamentally different from those prosperous big countries. The industry in this place is single. After strolling around for a while, the novelty in the pirates' hearts gradually disappeared, and they suddenly became a little bored.
After some hasty shopping, some people returned to the Moby Dick.
Compared to wandering around this entertainment-deficient town, it would be more refreshing to go back to the boat and drink and chat with friends.
But...pirates are pirates after all.
You can't expect pirates to abide by the law. If it's an elite pirate group like the Red Hair Pirates, maybe they can still have a certain degree of discipline, but expecting that all members of a large pirate group with a large number of people are law-abiding people is just too much to expect.
A large pirate group like the Whitebeard Pirates is very difficult to manage, not to mention that Whitebeard is the kind of person who is extremely tolerant towards his family.
…
"Bang!!!"
There was a loud roar in the street.
The fat Bramanc opened his mouth, then reached into the flesh pocket beside his mouth and took out a huge wooden hammer that was several times larger than his own, and smashed it hard on the door of a tavern.
The tightly closed door was instantly broken into pieces and flew everywhere under Bramanc's blow.
In an instant, the door opened.
The bar owner was huddled behind the counter. He trembled when he heard the noise. He cautiously stuck his head out and looked towards the door. Seeing the door full of tall strangers, he immediately retracted his head in fear.
The proprietress who was taking a nap in the back room of the bar was awakened by the noise inside. She got up in a daze and after lifting the door curtain, she saw a group of fierce-looking pirates holding weapons entering the bar.
Bramach, captain of the Sixth Division of the Whitebeard Pirates and user of the Bag-Bag Fruit.
Bramanque is tall and round with a grayish complexion and two patch-like pockets near his chin. He wears a purple smock, a purple tricorn hat embroidered with a gray skull with a white beard, and a yellow cloth belt around his waist.
After bringing people into the bar, he looked at the full wine cabinet behind the bar, a bright smile appeared on his face, and he laughed out loud.
Bramanco was missing a front tooth in his mouth, and there was some leakage when he smiled, making him look honest and funny. However, he scared the bar owner so much that he dared not show up again.
“You…you guys…”
The bar owner who had just lifted the door curtain and entered the front hall looked at this group of ferocious people, her lips trembling, her legs going weak, she stood there in a daze, stammering and unable to utter a word.
"Hey()?!"
Ignoring the bar owner who was hiding under the counter and deceiving himself, Bramanc looked at the proprietress standing by the small door and murmured softly.
The couple who run the bar are from the Long Hand Tribe, which can be considered a vague ethnic group. The proprietress is about thirty years old, with a pretty face and a slender figure.
Bramanc looked at the pretty face and his smile became even brighter.
"Why are you closing the door in broad daylight?"
“Business is going away.”
Bramanc walked up to the bar, banged his hand on the table, and shouted. The pirates behind him, sensing the fear in the hearts of the shop owner and his wife, felt an inexplicable sense of superiority and accomplishment, and laughed.
This is the most intuitive feeling brought by power and prestige.
The proprietress noticed the Whitebeard Pirates' logo on Bramarch's turban, and she became even more frightened, and had no way of opening her mouth to speak.
She had lived in Wanguo for so long, but she hadn't encountered such a situation for a long time. The ferocious appearance of these pirates reminded her of the horrific memories of her childhood.
In the Ten Thousand Nations led by Big Mom, no one dares to do this. The ministers attach great importance to their own territory and will never allow pirates to mess around in their territory.
It has been many years since I have encountered such a thing as breaking into the house by smashing the door.
After the new navy took over, the Banko was changing with each passing day. With low taxes and no need to contribute life spans regularly, I thought I could live my own life in peace. However, I didn't expect that pirates from other pirate groups would enter the Banko.
"Hello!!"
"What are you standing there for?"
"Bring us the strongest liquor in your store!"
"I'm warning you, if the wine isn't good, I won't let you go!"
While the proprietress was in a daze, Bramanc had already sat down at the bar. Looking at the still dazed proprietress, he shouted and reminded her.
It was not until this moment that the bar owner woke up from her dream. She hurriedly ran to the wine cabinet, took out bottles of wine from it, and placed them on the bar.
The pirates laughed and talked happily as they found seats one after another. For a moment, the noise filled the entire tavern.
The proprietress trembled as she served wine to the pirates from table to table. After pouring the wine, she wanted to sneak out through the small door, but just as she reached the door, she was stopped by Bramanque:
"Hello!"
"Boss lady, where are you going?"
"If you leave, who will we ask to pay the bill later?"
"Hahaha, just in time, come here and pour me some wine."
The fat on Bramanc's face piled up, he squinted his eyes and drank the wine in the wooden barrel cup, then slammed the table and laughed.
The proprietress stood stiffly at the small door, and her body trembled slightly because of fear.
“I…I’ll do it…”
"Let me pour you some wine."
Just as the proprietress was hesitating, the boss who was curled up under the bar finally slowly got up, tried to muster up his courage, pretended to be calm, and spoke to Bramanc.
As he was speaking, the boss picked up the bottle and was about to pour wine into Bramanque's glass when Bramanque pursed his lips and sneered:
"Oh? There's another person? I didn't notice it just now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the pirates in the tavern burst into laughter.
The man's face flushed red, and when he was about to pour the wine, Bramanc's expression suddenly became fierce, and he shouted in a low voice: "Get out! Did I ask you to pour it?"
Bramanc's smile faded, and his gloomy expression, combined with his burly figure, gave off a strong sense of oppression.
The man was so frightened by the terrifying aura that his legs and feet went weak, and he subconsciously put down the bottle of wine in his hand.
Seeing the man's cowardly and incompetent appearance, Bramanke's heart was burning with anger. He narrowed his eyes, beckoned to the proprietress, and shouted:
"That woman, come and pour me some wine."
The proprietress turned her head stiffly and looked at Bramanc with a bitter face. Bar owners, what kind of innocent little white rabbits were they? Even if they were running a bar, they had seen a lot of things.
Looking at the expression on Bramanc's face, the proprietress knew that she probably couldn't escape, so she slowly moved towards the bar.
However, seeing the boss lady's hesitation, Bramanc felt dissatisfied again. He took out a sharp long knife from the meat bag at the corner of his mouth, slammed it on the bar, and threatened:
“Hurry up!!!”
"Don't dilly-dally!"
"I'm really pissed right now. If I shake my hand, this guy might die!"
Bramanc pointed at the man in front of him, a hint of ferocity appearing on his face.
After sailing with Whitebeard for so many days, the pirates had all kinds of desires in their hearts with nowhere to vent. At this moment, there was a fierce light flashing in Bramanc's eyes.
The pirates in the tavern all smiled "you know what I mean" when they saw this scene, and their chuckles sounded a bit creepy to the couple.
"Do you like it when someone pours you a drink?"
"Or should I take the trouble and pour you some wine?"
A cool breeze blew into the tavern from outside the door.
Suddenly, a red-haired young man with two swords on his waist and wearing a red training suit appeared silently behind Bramanc. He gently pressed one hand on Bramanc's shoulder and gently grabbed the bottle on the bar with the other hand.
……………………………………………………………………(End of this chapter)
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