Time Travel: Age of Discovery

I remember that dinner party, when Thea casually mentioned his one-time encounter with Roger. His tone was gentle and nostalgic, as if he was telling a distant and beautiful legend: "I would rather call someone like Roger an adventurer than a pirate." This sentence, like a key, quietly opened the door deep in Smoker's heart, allowing him to see a different world, and also silently planted the seed of following Thea in his heart.

"Really? Everyone has an ocean in their heart, waiting to be explored." Teya's tone was calm and profound. He did not show too much surprise because he knew that behind everyone's choices, there were unknown reasons and powers.

"Yes, for the future, to protect the innocence and justice in my heart." Smoker's gaze was firm and fiery. The moment he nodded, it was as if he had signed some kind of sacred contract with himself. In his heart, he felt a deep hatred for the evil deeds in the pirate world and an unwavering pursuit of justice. More importantly, he decided to follow in Thea's footsteps and, in his own way, bring a touch of light to this world.

At the entrance to the Grand Line, the salty, damp sea breeze caressed Smoker's cheeks, stirring the sails of his heart. He knew the road ahead was long and uncertain, but as long as he held onto light, nothing could stop him. And his story with Thea would leave its own legendary chapter on this vast ocean.

In the delicate art of intelligence gathering, finding clues might be as easy as taking something from a bag, but Thea's choice was a more nuanced and profound path. He slowly walked to the desk that had witnessed countless secrets and decisions, carefully removing an object from the depths of a drawer. Like a magician unveiling a mystery, he gently placed it in Smoker's open palm.

Smoker lowered his gaze, focused on the exquisite lighter, delicately engraved with waves and seagulls, as if every line told the story of the ocean. Thea's voice was gentle yet firm: "Although this small gift is for you, I hope you can spend your future less surrounded by smoke and more of the breeze and moonlight." Before he finished speaking, Smoker's lips curled up into a smile, his silent gratitude translating into a tight grip on the lighter. He bowed deeply to Thea and turned to leave, his steps filled with hope and determination for the future.

Teya looked at Smoker's back, his heart rippled, and he couldn't help laughing: "This kid, unexpectedly, has the same mind as me." He turned around, his eyes penetrating the night. On one side was the inky black sea, and on the other side were the bright lights on Shabaodi Island. The two intertwined into a complex and charming picture, foreshadowing the upcoming changes.

At the dock of the Navy Headquarters, the sea breeze blew with a salty and humid smell. The stationed naval soldiers straightened their backs and paid their most sincere respects to Vice Admiral Teya: "Vice Admiral Teya, you have worked hard!" There was both admiration and a subtle nervousness in their tone. After all, the actions of every vice admiral affected the pulse of the navy.

Teya smiled in response, walking steadily towards the headquarters building. A familiar scene unfolded before his eyes, but this time, his state of mind subtly shifted.

He knew the path he was about to embark on was filled with unknowns and challenges, potentially even touching upon the Navy's taboos. If exposed, the consequences would be disastrous. But all these concerns vanished from Teya's mind. He had made up his mind, determined to forge ahead no matter what lay ahead. However, maintaining his Navy identity as much as possible to avoid expulsion became a defensive measure in his heart.

"The worst-case scenario is just a gamble," Teya thought to himself. This mental preparation was like a shield, giving him more courage. He told Smoker to return first, and he headed towards the Naval Academy, thinking about his upcoming meeting with Zephyr.

As he walked toward the school, Toya's mind raced with every possible trouble and challenge. He knew that whenever he encountered a problem, Zephyr would always be there to offer wisdom and strength. However, this time, the situation was particularly thorny, for he wasn't dealing with simple pirates, but rather the shadows lurking beneath. With mixed feelings, Toya hesitated over whether to reveal the truth to Zephyr. After all, Zephyr's hatred for pirates ran deep, and this time, his target was beyond the reach of pirates.

Thus, Teya fell into a deep dilemma, desperate to find a way to protect Zefa's feelings while also smoothly advancing his plan. As the night deepened, Teya's steps continued unabated, silently praying that perhaps, after this endless darkness, a ray of light would emerge to guide him. In a corner of the azure sea, Tiger's heart was like a sail in the wind, unable to hesitate for a moment.

Once the clarion call for the liberation of slaves was sounded, it would be the prelude to a massive action that would not allow for any delay. His desire for freedom was more urgent and intense than a summer afternoon thunderstorm.

Teja, a naval cadet accustomed to the winds and waves, had long since grown accustomed to the occasional "disappearance," like waves lapping at the beach, receding and returning again and again. While a flicker of regret crossed his heart, he was more resigned to the unknown. After all, in the world of the navy, every "disappearance" could be the prelude to the next great adventure.

"Indeed, it's a bit unkind to say that, but who made me Teya?" He laughed at himself, and secretly made up his mind that he would get through the difficulties in front of him even if he had to bite the bullet.

When Teya stepped onto the bluestone road of the Naval Academy, his heart was full of expectations, but he encountered an accident while looking for Mr. Zefa. The instructor in the duty room, like an old lighthouse keeper, slowly told him: "Mr. Zefa, he is like an expedition ship looking for a new world. He set sail a week ago.

Teya's eyes quickly swept across the outline of the pier, like a fledgling eager to escape the sight of a falcon. Then he turned nimbly and hid in a dark corner where no one cared. With a light touch of his fingertips, the screen of his mobile phone lit up, as if a secret door to another world was slowly opening.

The voice on the other end of the phone was short and rapid, like a shooting star across the night sky, fleeting. The moment Teya hung up, his brows unconsciously furrowed, like a leaf prematurely dyed yellow by the autumn wind, carrying unknown worries.