The Laughing Clown in Pirate

The New World - the second half of the Grand Line, a rare area with calm seas and pleasant climate most of the time.

This is the sea ruled by "The World's Strongest Man" Whitebeard Edward Newgate.

Whitebeard Edward Newgate was born in a poor village on an unknown island during the latter half of the Grand Line.

Such small villages built on small islands are as numerous as stars in the second half of the Grand Line. They are not even countries, let alone protected by the navy like those countries that are members of the World Government.

These nameless island villages will not appear on the map, let alone in the eyes of the navy grandfather.

Their only value is to become what pirates call "a gift from the goddess of the sea."

When a certain pirate group is short of supplies or tired of a long voyage, they can dock, replenish some supplies, kill dozens of people, and have some fun.

And every time the pirates leave, the orphans appear like berries falling to the ground after a storm.

Like berries rotting, most of these orphans are going to die...

Whitebeard was one of those "little berries", but he was lucky enough to survive and go out to sea to join the pirate group of Rocks, the great pirate of the sea at that time.

During the battle in the Valley of the Gods, Rocks, the great pirate who wanted to become the "King of the World", fell.

Whitebeard, who had already grown into a terrifying and powerful man, took advantage of the situation and set up his own banner. After the pirate melee, he occupied the most lush and vast area of ​​the Grand Line and became the new king.

Unlike Rocks, who is ambitious, openly resists the world government, and dreams of becoming the "King of the World".

Whitebeard, who was born as an orphan, just wants to build his big family on this free sea.

The King of the Sea fell, the Pirate King was executed by the World Government, and the strongest man in the world stopped expanding his power after annexing some areas.

Thus, in the second half of the Great Line, the division of power between the three emperors and even the five emperors in the future gradually came into being.

Because of this, the white-bearded Edward Newgate is the most special among the Pirate Emperors.

And today, on this sunny morning, white-bearded Edward Newgate will welcome a group of special guests.

Not far away from the huge Moby-Dick, whose bow was shaped like the head of a blue whale, white foam appeared on the blue sea.

A black, oval-shaped steel submarine is rising.

It was quickly spotted by the Moby-Dick lookout.

An auxiliary ship with the same shape as the Moby Dick approached and aimed its guns at the exposed part of the submarine.

On the deck of the auxiliary ship, Foil Bista, a young double-sword swordsman wearing a cardigan pirate uniform, two swords on his waist, and a black ponytail, looked calmly at the submarine not far from the Moby Dick.

After seeing the bright red smiley face pattern printed on the submarine in the floating waves, he couldn't help but grin with excitement.

At this time, Foil Bista was ready to change his style and grow two upturned beards like his father to make himself look more domineering.

As a result, the short, unformed beard trembled comically with his laughter.

"Oh? Is it him?"

"I've always wanted to try playing against him!"

At the same time, Captain Sachi of the Fourth Squadron, who was preparing food for the family dinner at noon, also reacted, put down the knife he was cutting the barbecue with, and walked to the edge of the deck.

He crossed his arms across his chest, there was not a trace of stain on his white chef's clothes, his airplane hair style pointed at the sky, and his face was as relaxed as a Bista.

Next to him was a little guy with a black turban, curly hair, cherry pie juice stuck to the corner of his mouth, and a simple and honest face with several missing teeth.

At this time, the little guy was leaning out of the boat curiously and looking out of the boat.

When he saw the bright red smiley face pattern on the submarine, an excited smile that didn't match his pouty face flashed away.

"Dad will be unhappy if the family dinner is interrupted!" Teach murmured.

No one can stir up trouble in the sea ruled by Whitebeard, let alone that person who is not far away from Whitebeard.

Crunch...crunch...

The runner on the submarine hatch seemed to lack lubrication and made an unpleasant sound, and the rear hatch opened with a snap.

From under the circular black hole, a clown's head with a white face and dark green starry eyes popped out.

At this time, his mouth painted red was opened wide, facing the sky, breathing exaggeratedly, and tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"saved!!!"

"It really stinks!"

If you haven't experienced it, it's hard to imagine what it's like to be in a crowded, small, confined space with more than thirty big fishmen.

That's a smell that might take over your sense of smell forever.

At least the clown won't eat fish again this month.

"Um, Lord Bucky, can you get out quickly?" Joffrey's voice came from the submarine.

As for the fish people, they were aggrieved and speechless.

"Oh, sorry, sorry!" The clown smiled apologetically, holding the edge of the hatch with both hands, and jumped onto the submarine's exposed hull on the sea.

"Hey!" The clown waved to Sage. "Hello!"

"What a strange guy." Saatchi looked at the slightly nervous blue-haired clown on the deck of the giant ship.

Behind the clown, humans and various murlocs are climbing out of the submarine's hatch.

"This clown down there is the one who made a big fuss about Mary Joy!" Behind Saatchi, Teach took out the old New World Daily from somewhere, the one with the photo of the clown dancing on the sacred stairs as the front page.

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"Hahaha, I really can't tell!"

"You'll know after you try it. Bista's hands will definitely be itchy."

As soon as Saatchi finished speaking, a cannon shot sounded from the frigate.

Bista kicked off the deck and jumped on the flying steel cannonballs.

His two swords were unsheathed, his hands were folded in an X shape, the ponytail behind his head was floating in the wind, and his young face was already full of excitement.

'Joker, let me see what you can do to be as famous as dad!'

"What a passion!" The clown raised his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth gradually raised.

When the cannonball came in front of the clown, Bista's long-awaited double swords finally cut open. The sword energy cut from the blades formed a cross and directly penetrated the clown's body and cut into the sea.

At the same time, a hand wearing a white glove continued to grow larger in Bista's field of vision, and finally pressed against Bista's face.

clang!

A sound as clear as a morning bell sounded on the sea, and there was a passionate collision between the back of Bista's head and the hard steel hull of the submarine.

The intense dizziness prevented Bista from maintaining the domineering entanglement on his two knives. After the clown's fingers smeared his knives, the two sharp knives turned into metal fragments.

"I have rang the doorbell now, Whitebeard."

The clown shouted, sitting on Bista's chest, using his finger as a sword to press against Bista's neck.

"Don't move around, otherwise your head will be separated from your body." The clown said to Bista with a smile.

"Bista, this guy is so embarrassing. He was subdued by one move." On the main ship, Sachi helplessly covered his face.

The moment he removed his hand from his face, the tableware on the table was thrown towards the clown without knowing it.

To be precise, it was the clown and the fish-man Aaron who just popped his head out of the hatch behind him.

Ding Ling Cang! In a hurry, the clown first took two silver forks from the air, separated his palms from his wrists, and waved the silver forks with his floating hands, blocking almost all the flying tableware.

Yes...almost...

"Ah!" x2, two screams came out almost at the same time.

The sound came from Bista, and a dropped silver fork was stuck on Bista's butt.

The other handle was a table knife, inserted right into Aaron's serrated nose.

In the infirmary, the ship's doctor Margao took back the medical equipment used for routine examinations. He used his index and middle fingers to push up the glasses that had slipped slightly on the bridge of his nose.

One year after the death of Pirate King Gol D. Roger, Whitebeard, who was as strong as a monster, actually developed asthma-like symptoms after defeating Kaido.

Margo was one of the few people who knew that Gol D. Roger died after contracting an unknown terminal illness.

All of this seems like a curse of fate, as if the will of the universe has made the great pirate of the post-Locus era retire.

Since then, Margao has forced Whitebeard's father to undergo regular physical examinations, hoping to find and solve Whitebeard's illness.

"Is that the red-nosed kid here?" the shirtless white-bearded man said with a smile.

"It seems that Bista and Sachi failed to stop him." Margao continued to organize his medical supplies.

"Gu la la la, what an amazing young man!" Whitebeard stood up, stretched his muscles, and looked at the gentle Margao with glasses in front of him.

"Go, Margao. Help me greet this guest."

Whitebeard said lightly, and Malgao turned his half-drooped eyes to his father, with a cynical smile on his lips.

"Ah, I won't embarrass the Whitebeard Pirates."

"Gu la la la, what are you talking about?"

"You are my eldest son, go ahead!"

"Yes, daddy," Margao agreed and clicked the buckle of the medicine box.

He walked slowly towards the medical room, blue flames gradually ignited on his shoulders.

Distorted the air.