Pirates: There is no prohibition of fishing in Marijoa.

"Jerry, what the hell are you doing?"

As soon as he got back on the boat, Zeus heard Jerry's screams and saw the considerable commotion on the sea.

"Oh, nothing, do you want to dance too?"

"It seems like you came back a little early today. Are you tired of the happy dinner with girls hugging you?"

Looking at what Zeus was holding, Jerry joked with a sly smile.

"Dancing you big head ghost, someone came back from an expedition today and brought back some local specialties."

"I thought you couldn't eat barbecue all day, so I brought some back for you to eat together."

After glancing at him sideways, Deuce threw the bag in his hand over.

"Eh? Boss Deuce, you're back too?"

There was a sound coming from the bow of the boat. The two turned their heads and saw a hip-hop skeleton with shaggy hair jumping onto the boat.

It was Scar who came back. He was also holding a bag in his hand. He staggered over and said:

"I just saw Boss Jerry with a silver smile on his face. Did I disturb you?"

"Hey, of course not. On the contrary, you came at the right time."

With a strange smile, Jerry opened the package in his hand and looked at what was in Scar's hand.

"Is this the same as yours? Let's eat together."

"Oh, come on, come on, I'm already hungry!"

"Deus, come on!"

"coming."

What they were eating were the specialties from all over the New World brought back by the crew of the Whitebeard Pirates.

Most of the food comes from islands protected by Whitebeard's flag.

"It tastes good. By the way, are you two okay hanging out there? Are you used to it?"

With his mouth full of various foods, Jerry turned around and asked the two of them.

"Well, I'm mainly learning how to communicate and gaining various knowledge, and then helping to treat the wounded."

"Speaking of which, the medical team here is very impressive. After all, they have to ensure the treatment of so many people, and Whitebeard's..."

Deuce chewed the sticky food slowly and spoke slowly.

"Whitebeard is beginning to age, but he's still as powerful as a monster."

"But it's good that the nurses don't get old, right? Deus, come on!"

Hearing this, Jerry smiled, clenched his fist to encourage Deuce, and did not want to comment too much on this man who held the title of the strongest.

"Boss Jerry, let me tell you, I have collected all kinds of collections in the past few days, hehehe."

Then, Skarr talked about his achievements in the past few days with a silly smile.

"That's not bad, Skarr. Did you even change your favorite pistol?"

It seems that although my companions are busy, they are doing well.

Glancing at the pistol on Scar's waist, Jerry found that it had been upgraded to a new one. He continued:

"Since everyone is still okay, let's have a drink!"

"Okay! Come on, come on!"

As they chatted and laughed, the sun set and the moon rose quietly in the sky.

In this way, the members of the Spade Pirates slowly got used to their current lifestyle while dispersed.

And Ace is still persevering in challenging Whitebeard.

At the beginning, basically no matter day or night, as long as he was awake, he would always think of various ways to face the man head-on or wait for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

After a while, perhaps because he knew that his crew members were still safe, or perhaps because Zeus explained something to him.

Or perhaps he realized that Whitebeard, whom he challenged every day, only defeated him but did not kill him. Ace went from being angry and awkward at the beginning to slowly calming down and adjusting himself.

Whether he admitted it or not, they were the ones who started it first, and then it was Whitebeard who spared their lives.

From the perspective of a pirate's righteousness, Ace felt that what he was doing was not in line with his usual principles, and that it was meaningless to keep pestering.

Therefore, Ace asked Thatch to act as a middleman, and together they found Whitebeard and expressed his feelings.

"Well, first of all, I want to thank you for not killing me, but I haven't admitted that I will always lose to you!"

"Then...just, they gave us food."

"Anyway, I'll remember this favor and will definitely repay it in the future!"

"If you want to eat, you have to work first. This is a truth I have known since I was a child, although I don't know what I can do now."

Staring at the white beard with his back to him, Ace had a complicated expression. He scratched his head, sorted out his thoughts, and spoke slowly.

"Eh? Do you mean to join us and become Daddy's son?"

Sachi, who was standing by, blurted out after hearing this.

"Damei, I just don't want to be an immoral scum. I will repay your kindness, so let me work."

Seeing that he misunderstood, Ace quickly crossed his arms and denied it.

"Is that so? Then what...will you do?"

"Help you light the fire and cook? No, that kind of work wouldn't even pay for the food. See if there's anything I can do."

Facing Sachi's soul-searching, Ace felt that he was probably a useless person.

Afraid that Thatch would assign him some weird tasks, Ace immediately said:

"I want to do something that will make you owe me a favor! In that case..."

"What next? We owe you a favor, what do you want to do?" Sachi asked curiously.

"You owe me a favor, so I can continue to challenge Whitebeard openly!"

Ace's wonderful theory, outrageous yet reasonable.

Hearing this, Sachi couldn't say he was speechless, he could only say he had no words to say.

"You are rebelling against Tiangang!"

This novel idea of ​​working, eating, and beating the boss at the same time conquered all of Sachs' brain cells and almost opened the door to a new world for him.

"Goo la la la la!"

"Little brat, is this what you want to say?"

"I agreed!"

Whitebeard, who had his back to them, turned around with a big laugh and looked down at Ace who looked as if it was a matter of course. He felt that there was no problem at all.

"Hehe, right? If you agree, then it's settled!"

Ace grinned at Whitebeard's words.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you talking about? Dad, don't just agree to it. This will make it very difficult for us to do it."

"And you! Ace, you have challenged dozens of times and failed miserably every time. Isn't it time to stop?"

Looking at the two people in front of him who were staring at each other and completely ignoring whether others could tolerate it or not, Sachi was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

"So what should I do next?"

Completely ignoring Thatch, Ace looked up at Whitebeard and asked.

"Go wash your dishes! Flame Imp! Gulala!"

Looking at the smug little kid in front of him, Whitebeard laughed and walked towards the cabin, his voice floating in the wind.

"I'll do you a big favor some other day!"

"Sure! I'm looking forward to it!"

Watching Whitebeard slowly walk away, Ace clenched his fist and opened it again, and said with emotion:

"This matter is finally settled."

"Get your head done!"

Sachi was standing nearby, looking as if he had lost all hope in life.