Pirates: There is no prohibition of fishing in Marijoa.

"Huh? It seems like I didn't want to care about him, but he brought himself to my door?"

Jerry suddenly stood up, opened the door and walked out quickly.

Suddenly, the window shattered with a "crash", followed by a "ding" sound of metal collision.

"who are you?"

Garrott's shout came from the next room, but there was no other response.

Next door was Carrot and Kalina's room. At this moment, Kalina was standing at the open door. It was obvious that an uninvited guest had broken into the room.

In the passage, Jerry walked towards Kalina.

"How's it going? Are you okay?"

"Well, luckily Garrot was alert and blocked the attack immediately."

Kalina nodded and looked into the room nervously. Carrot was confronting a strange figure with a distorted face by the window.

We should be thankful that Karina is with Carrot, otherwise if she were alone, she might have already had a feast by now.

Jerry nodded slightly and walked past her into the room. When he saw the person who came, he found that it was indeed the narcissist.

"what happened?"

"Are you okay? What happened?"

When the people living in the adjacent rooms heard the noise, they opened the door and came out to ask Kalina about the situation with concern.

"It's okay. A pervert broke in and attracted a perverted fisherman. It shouldn't be a big problem."

Before she finished her words, the stranger in the room moved again, stabbing at Garrot with an astonishing speed.

"Go away!"

However, Jerry was faster. The moment the attacker drew his sword, he walked towards him and kicked him hard with Thunder.

"Oh!"

The speed of both sides was so fast that Kalina could hardly catch any details.

It seemed as if the newcomer and Jerry intersected in an instant, their figures overlapped, and then there was a dull collision sound, and then only Jerry and Garrott were left standing on the field.

"boom!"

There was a noise outside the window. It turned out that Jerry kicked the newcomer with amazing strength, sending him flying out of the window and falling heavily on the street.

"There! Chase after him!"

"Don't run!"

"what!"

It seemed that there were other people in the town giving chase, but before he could finish his words, he heard screams one after another.

Judging from the sound, the pursuer was too weak and was killed by the one who had more opponents than him.

"That person looks a bit like someone I've heard of before."

Ace said with a blink, Deuce and Skaar seemed to remember it as well, but the others looked confused.

"Who is he?" Gallot asked curiously.

"A man called Cavendish, but he looks a little different."

Ace was a little unsure about this character, having only seen him in newspapers before, but the scene just now made him a little confused, and he was not sure if it was the same person.

After hearing what Ace said, Jerry realized that they probably didn't know the specific situation of Cavendish. He raised his chin slightly, turned to Deuce and said:

"I think it's him. It doesn't look like him because that's probably not his usual appearance."

"You mean, he's sleepwalking? Or some other personality or something that can't control itself?"

As a doctor, Dius immediately guessed several possibilities.

"Who knows? Next time we meet, we'll just give him a beating and we'll know for sure."

Glancing at the broken window and the dark street outside, Jerry grinned and raised his fist.

Everyone spoke at once and expressed their desire to teach him a lesson. They were just about to take a break, but he dared to come and disturb them and almost hurt someone. He really deserved a beating.

"Forget about him. Kalina, you guys go find another room and everyone go back to rest."

Seeing that the boss that Deuce had just contacted had sent a waiter to clean up, Jerry and the others decided it was time to end the topic.

Nothing happened that night. In the early morning, everyone went out in groups again.

Today is a rare celebration day on the island. Since the early hours of the morning, many businesses and citizens have been busy making careful preparations for this grand celebration.

The streets are decorated with colorful flags and flowers, and the whole street is picturesque. The buildings along the street are also carefully decorated, shining with colors, which complement the joyful atmosphere of the celebration.

At this time, the number of people on the street was gradually increasing, with visitors and local residents coming out of their dens one after another.

After all, the celebration's various activities, performances and competitions fill the entire day, giving people many different options to enjoy at any time.

More importantly, during these events, participants are often provided with abundant free food, allowing them to taste unique specialties.

At the same time, viewers will have the opportunity to enjoy special foods and various shopping discounts that are not usually available at super low prices.

It was for this reason that Ace signed up for competitive eating and other events, and the rest of the group also participated in some events that interested them.

At noon, Jerry and Skarr congratulated Brooke for signing up for the competition.

"Not bad, Brooke. You actually won the instrumental singing competition you participated in."

Brooke touched his afro with pride and said:

"I have accumulated decades of experience in the field of music. After all, when I was drifting alone on the sea, music was an important element that accompanied me."

"Every note and instrument, my tremolo and falsetto, I'm already so good at it, yo-ho-ho."

Raising his right thumb to praise, Scar's eyes glowed green, and he said to Brook with a grin:

"Great, great! Would you consider my request during this happy moment?"

"Look, if you drink milk, your skeleton will heal quickly, is that okay..."

Brook shuddered instantly and waved his hands hurriedly:

"Of course not! Do you still want to make me into a specimen!?"

"Oh haha, it's not as serious as you say. I just want a few bones from your body."

As expected, he was rejected again. Skarr comforted himself, but he had no intention of giving up. He was very greedy for Brook's skeleton.

Although they won't hug it forcefully, they are always looking for any opportunity to take advantage of it.

After all, he had seen countless skeletons, but such a magical existence, a skeleton that turned into a living being after eating a devil fruit, was still a blank in his collection.

These days, Scarr had tried his best to persuade Brook to agree but failed, so he could only give up for the time being, thinking that at worst he could collect some skull fragments that fell during the future battles.

"Hahaha, Skarr, restrain yourself."

"Let's eat something first. We can try the food provided for the celebration. Then, in the afternoon, watch me show off my skills and win the championship."

Jerry stretched his waist, looking determined to win.

Skarr tilted his head, tilted his neck back and squinted his eyes in a unique posture.

"Boss Jerry, are you planning to wait until the other contestants win the championship and then take the championship with one punch?"

Jerry frowned and squinted his eyes, revealing a puzzled expression: "Huh? Do I need to win the championship this way?"

Hearing this, Brooke joined Scar's squinting team, and the two said in unison:

"Why not?"