The Pirate King Wrote A Lot Of Pirates

PS: Coughed up to 2:30 last night… Krockdal picked up his clothes and observed for a while, then lost interest in continuing to observe, and turned his gaze to the book. Although this dress looks like a combat suit, it is a bit difficult to deal with with the body type, and it is difficult to find people with this size. Perhaps, the big bear guy can wear it? Krockdal picked up the hard-leather book, and when he opened it, a quaint feeling immediately came to his face, and the yellowed pages told history. To say that the book may be far-fetched, it is more like a very thick book, recording a logbook, the logbook of the great fishman Tagore. In addition to recording their voyages, there are also charts of their voyages. For the direction is already very idiotic, Crockdar decisively skipped the chart that may be contested by many people, this thing is still left to professional people to see.

As for the contents of the logbook?

Crockdar cherished the logbook in his arms, ready to read it when he had time. Sometimes a logbook is more important than a good ship. And now, apparently, is not a good time to look at this thing.

The two knives were also good things, they seemed to be a pair, magnetic to each other, and when one was pulled out, the other would be unsheathed, but when Crockdar pulled it out, he was a little disappointed. Only a small section of the two knives remained, but the rest of the parts had been shattered piece by piece, as if it could not withstand the huge force and shattered.

The last box was empty, with only a small note marked with the name of the original item: Metal Fruit, number 013.

“Gee~ It seems that I have understood everything here…” The story of a great fishman who lives on a desert island gradually emerged in Krockdahl’s mind, and the cliché plot of the descendants of fishmen or someone else guarding here. It’s just a pity that a devil fruit is a devil, and it seems to be natural. Nothing else was found in the cave, and

Crokdal received everything into the small box, whether useful or not, and although the space in the box was small, it was still okay to free it up and stuff it and barely fit it. Coming out of the cave, Crockdar continued his search. However, I don’t know if it was luck at the end and I didn’t find anything, but I returned to the place where I went ashore. There, Daz was meditating cross-legged, and the statue of Jizo, which he had ravaged into an iron pimple, fell crookedly to the side.

“Today’s weather is good, hahaha~” Crockdahl snorted, walked over, sat down next to Daz, and said, “How is it, what about the food?”

“Sorry, Lord Crokdal, nothing edible was found below.” Daz said with a serious face, and he had the urge to blame himself for not achieving the task.

“Well~ forget it, you won’t die of hunger if you don’t eat.” Krockdar waved his hand indifferently and said to Daz.

“Hey, it’s really boring.” Crockdahl lay down on the beach, bored looking at the sky, and suddenly felt the urge not to get up. This time is also too tired, not at all like the original him, it is good to get a short period of peace.

“Take a break, and I’ll leave tomorrow.” Crokdal wrapped himself in an overcoat and turned sideways to sleep. After a while, a thin snoring sound came out, the rhythm was smooth, and the breath was even.

And Daz Bonnis didn’t know if he listened to Crockdahl’s words, and while meditating, his breathing gradually became heavier.

The sky is getting dark, the sun is setting, and the clear moonlight is the main color here. Because there is no cloud, there are many stars at night, and the beach is shining with silver glow.

“Crunch…” A sound of sand squeezing sounded, and in the moonlight, a black shadow nimbly jumped in the metal jungle and came to the beach. No matter how careful he is, no matter how gentle he walks, he can’t stop the sound of stepping on the sand,

In particular, the sand is metallicized, and the night is unusually silent, and the sound is even louder. The black shadow seemed to be tempting, repeatedly appeared several times, and then disappeared again, and found that the two of Crokdal were indeed asleep, so he let go of his heart, took a big stride, and walked towards the boat parked on the beach. When he arrived next to the boat, the black shadow seemed to be quite happy, constantly jumping up and down, circling the boat. He muttered a few more words before bowing in the direction of the sleeping Crokdal, then picked up the boat and walked towards the sea.

At this time, Krockdahl, who should have been asleep, opened his eyes slightly, and a playful smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

The black shadow grabbed the boat, as if grasping a leaf, and easily carried it to the beach. However, after taking a few steps, he seemed to feel so uncomfortable, so he put the boat on his head and continued to walk towards the sea. Although the boat was as light as nothing in his hand, its quality was real, and every step taken by the black shadow left a deep footprint on the ground. Different from the appearance of human footprints, the footprints left by the black shadow seem to be connected between the toes.

Approaching the beach, the black shadow seemed excited, but resisted not to alarm Crocdal and them. At that moment, he quickened his pace and took a big stride towards the sea. Maybe he was a little anxious when running, and his feet slipped inattentively, and he fell to the ground with the boat. Shaking his head, when he raised his head again, he found that Crockdar was already standing in front of him looking at him, swallowing with a cigar in his mouth.

Slightly panicked and shouting that he didn’t know what kind of language it was, the black shadow turned and ran back, but was blocked by Daz to retreat. I could only stop helplessly.

“Huh, really a fish man?” Crockdahl smoked a cigarette and looked at the dark shadow with some surprise. The cold moonlight spilled down, shining the appearance of that black shadow, which was actually a fish man with cheeks and fins. He has the appearance of a typical fishman, surrounded by a silver-gray color, and has a tattoo close to the sun on his forehead. It is the symbol of the Sun Pirates who suddenly disappeared ten years ago. However, his

appearance is different from ordinary fish people, his skin is not as wet and smooth as that of fish people, but dry and rough with fine barbs. Under his armpits, neck and other parts are also connected by fins, and even under his forearms, there are fin bones like hook knives, reflecting the brilliance of metal.

“What are you?” The fishman said in a somewhat dry voice, perhaps because he hadn’t spoken for a long time, but now it was very difficult to speak, and his voice sounded as harsh as scraping a blackboard with his fingernails.

“What am I? Ahahaha, I’m a crocodile! Sand crocodile! Crockdahl was amused by the fishman’s words and said jokingly.

“Sand crocodile?” The fish man tilted his head a little suspiciously, his fingers scratched his head, and he made a sound of metal rubbing, “Is there such a fish?” Why haven’t I seen you, my countrymen, are you also a rare species?

“Hahaha!” Krockdal laughed, this fish man is really funny, especially if he is still a fish man who has eaten the devil fruit. Just as ice and fire are incompatible

, fish people and devil fruits are naturally incompatible. It’s not that fish people can’t eat devil fruits, but even fish people, creatures born to live in water, will lose the favor of the sea after eating devil fruits, and ordinary devil fruit abilities will become dry ducks on the sea.

Perhaps some humans don’t care about losing the ability to swim, but for a fish person who has lived in water since childhood, it is undoubtedly more serious than taking his life. Any fish person who eats the Devil Fruit will be disgusted by all the fish people, and it is almost impossible to see the fish people who have eaten the Devil Fruit.

“I’m a human, not a fishman!” Crockdahl thought and explained.

“What? Mankind? The fishman listened to Crokdal’s words, and immediately became vigilant, and the eyes that looked at Crokdal were no longer kind, but hated more.

“Grandpa said that humans are badass! Will take our compatriots to be slaves! Jean won’t be taken away by you!

“Is your name Jean?” Crockdahl smiled, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com and asked with interest, “And it’s a rare species?”

“Hmph! You humans are so treacherous that you actually swindled my name! But even so, don’t try me to compromise! Jean said resolutely, posing as a fishman karate. A feeling of solemnity arose, and a faint silver glow also emanated from his hands.

Crockdahl looked at Jean’s hands and couldn’t help but feel a feeling of greed in his heart. Number 013, Metal Fruit, is obviously a high-end Devil Fruit, and can rank 13th on the Devil Fruit Guide, which is obviously a powerful ability. Moreover, coupled with the physical fitness of the fish man, the physical attack and the ability of the metal fruit, he fully has the capital to become a master.

“I’m a little jealous…” thought Crokdahl. Especially the most important point is that Crockdale can see that compared to the other party’s sophisticated actions, the fish man in front of him seems to be the kind of person who is not fully mature in mind because he has been living on this small island, which can be said to be the best deception.

“Oh, you’re wrong! I’m not a bad person, even humans have friends with fishmen, and I happen to be a friend of fishmen! Crockdahl made up his mind to kidnap this silly fishman, and immediately said softly, like a strange uncle who tricked little Lori.

“I don’t believe it! Grandpa said that there is no good human being! Jean was clearly not fooled by Crocdal’s appearance, or because Crokdahl’s image made him more vigilant.

“Hey!” Crokdal sighed lightly, as if remembering something, and said, “Your grandfather is from the Fishman Pirates, right?

“What? How do you know? Jean seemed a little surprised, and unconsciously touched the tattoo on his forehead.