One Piece: The sky is azure, I just time-traveled today.

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Karp stood at the bow, his cloak fluttering in the sea breeze. This time he didn't yell; he just crossed his arms, his eyes like two bone-scraping knives, fixed on the Oro Jackson.

The pressure is silent, yet it is even heavier.

Roger didn't laugh this time.

He stood at the bow of the ship, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, looking in Garp's direction with an unusually serious expression. The sea breeze ruffled the stray hairs beneath his straw hat.

"Rayleigh," he called out, without turning around.

"Understood." Rayleigh's voice came from behind him, equally solemn.

No further communication is needed.

The distance between the two ships was rapidly closing.

This time, both sides seem to have abandoned long-range bombardment and tacitly chosen the most primitive and brutal method.

Or rather, it's a battle of kings.

When the two ships were almost parallel, and the friction between their hulls produced a teeth-grinding "creak," Cap moved.

He stomped his foot hard, the deck shattered, and his massive, mountain-like figure shot out like a cannonball, skimming across the short distance of the sea with an aura of destruction, heading straight for Roger!

There was only a pair of fists wrapped in jet-black armor color.

The air was compressed, producing a popping sound.

Roger went to meet him almost simultaneously.

With a single sword drawn, a flash of cold light, he didn't slash, but instead crossed it in front of his body to parry!

"boom--!!!"

The loud thud of a fist colliding with a blade was less like the clash of metal and more like the clash of two mountains!

A violent shockwave suddenly exploded outwards from the two of them!

Several crew members who were nearby were thrown off, and barrels and ropes on the deck were blown around. The mast groaned under the strain.

Liu Jiu instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes, as a wave of air, carrying salty seawater and wood chips, crashed into his face, stinging his skin.

Roger slid back half a step, his feet carving two shallow tracks in the deck. The muscles in his knife-wielding arm bulged and trembled slightly, but a smile of excitement, almost ferocious, slowly spread across his face.

"Kurararara! Garp! You've come at the right time!"

Garp landed back on the deck of the Oro Jackson with a dull thud. He shook his fist; there wasn't even a white mark on it. His eyes were as sharp as ever: "Roger! Today I'll send you to Impel Down!"

Before the words were even finished, the two charged at each other again.

There were no fancy moves, only the purest clash of power and speed. The sound of fists striking blades was as dense as a torrential downpour, and each impact caused the ship to tremble.

The crew members and naval soldiers even forgot to fight each other, and all instinctively retreated, leaving enough space for the two monsters to fight, their faces filled with fear and shock.

Liu Jiu stood at the edge of the crowd, watching the two figures moving at high speed and colliding repeatedly in the middle of the field.

The strong wind made his clothes stick tightly to his body.

He watched for a while.

Then he bent down and picked up the piece of hard bread that had fallen to the ground due to the blast wave.

I blew off the sawdust that was stuck to it.

He turned around, his back to the earth-shaking battle circle, and faced the sea.

While listening to the inhuman sounds of fighting behind him, he continued to slowly nibble on his half-eaten breakfast.

The sea surface was cleaved open by the two ships, leaving white wakes.

The waves are not big today.

It's good weather for sailing.

If it's not that noisy later on.

On the first day, the sun rose and set.

The next day, the moon rose and then disappeared.

On the third day, seagulls circled the two almost still boats, making impatient cries.

Those two are still fighting.

The sounds of fists whistling, blades flashing, and the deafening roar of collisions became the only background noise in this sea area.

The deck was already a mess. The planks closest to the battle zone were broken into pieces, and although they were temporarily patched up with spare planks, they quickly became pitted and uneven again. The crew went from being shocked at first to becoming numb, and finally just went about their business as usual, trying to stay away from that death zone.

Liu Jiu wiped down all the deck surfaces he could, checked the ropes three times, and even peeled a basket of potatoes for the cook.

He sat on a pile of sacks, watching the two tireless figures in the distance.

Roger's straw hat was torn, and sweat mixed with seawater, streaming down his chin, but his eyes shone with an alarming light, and every swing of his sword was accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

Garp's navy coat was nowhere to be found. His shirt was soaked with sweat and clung to his bulging muscles. The Armament Haki covering his fists was still solid, and every punch was powerful and heavy enough to shatter rocks.

On the afternoon of the third day, the sun was setting in the west.

A particularly loud rumble, like muffled thunder, abruptly interrupted the intense fighting.

Garp's fist stopped in mid-air.

Roger's slashing blade paused for a moment.

The two of them took a step back at the same time, slightly out of breath, staring at each other.

Garp's stomach growled again, loudly, with an undeniable air of grievance.

He frowned, raised his hand to touch his firm abs, and a rare, out-of-character look of annoyance flashed across his face.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, the sound not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the sudden silence.

Roger paused for a moment, then burst into a thunderous laugh, almost choking on his own: "Kurararara! Garp! You're done for!"

Garp, his face dark, glared at Roger but didn't retort. He turned his head, facing his own warship, and roared with all his might:

"Hey! Is the cafeteria open yet?!"

A response immediately came from the warship: "Reporting, Vice Admiral Garp! Everything is ready! Today we have your favorite senbei and..."

"Shut up!" Garp, feeling a bit embarrassed, interrupted rudely, but his eyes had already unconsciously glanced towards the warship.

He glanced at Roger again, seemingly weighing whether his hunger or capturing the Pirate King was more important.

Finally, he snorted and said, "Roger! You just wait!"

Having said that, he actually stopped arguing, pushed off with his feet, and his massive body, like a nimble cannonball, shot back to the deck of the warship dozens of meters away, leaving behind a blur.

The crew of the Oro Jackson were all stunned.

Roger stopped laughing, gripping his knife, somewhat taken aback.

Rayleigh, who had been standing guard behind Roger with his sword drawn, suddenly had a glint of light in his eyes behind his glasses.

Almost at the same moment Garp landed back on the warship's deck, his cool voice resounded throughout the entire area:

"Turn the rudder! Full sails! Full speed! Get out of here!"

The order was clear, decisive, and left no room for doubt.

The dazed crew members snapped to attention, instantly snapping out of their daze and rushing to their posts like wound-up springs. Some turned the rudder, others hoisted the sails, their movements so fast they seemed to create a gust of wind.

The massive hull of the Oro Jackson groaned and began to turn with difficulty but quickly, its sails billowing in the wind and its speed increasing abruptly.

On the opposite warship, Garp, who had just stuffed a large bag of senbei into his mouth, saw this scene and his eyes widened instantly. His cheeks bulged, and he roared indistinctly, "Roger! You despicable bastard! Don't run away!"

He made a move to chase after him.

Reilly calmly waved his hand: "Gunners! Cutting fire! No need to aim, block their pursuit route!"

boom! boom! boom!

Several shells landed on the sea between the two ships, creating towering columns of water that formed a temporary barrier.

With this brief delay, the Oro Jackson, taking advantage of the wind, shot off like an arrow, leaving the dog-headed warship, which had just started to accelerate, a short distance behind.

Garp was furious, stomping his feet and crunching his senbei in his mouth. He pointed and cursed, but the boat could no longer pick up speed, and the distance between them was getting further and further apart.

On the deck of the Oro Jackson, a sense of relief at surviving the disaster and a kind of absurd laughter filled the air. Someone started chuckling, then the laughter spread, turning into a roaring uproar.

"Hahaha! Garp was actually hungry!"

"The naval hero's weakness is actually his stomach!"

Roger sheathed his sword, looked at the furious figure in the distance, shook his head, and chuckled, "That idiot..."

His face showed fatigue, but even more so, helplessness and a hint of... indescribable smile.

Liu Jiu stood on the ship's railing, watching the dog-headed warship gradually shrink, with a figure waving a fist at its bow.

The sea breeze carries the scent of gunpowder smoke and... a faint aroma of senbei (rice crackers).

He wrinkled his nose.

The deck was messed up again.

Looks like there's more wiping going on.

Chapter 5 Landing on the Island

No longer a blurry line at the edge of the field of vision, but a real, tangible line stretching before my eyes. Deep green jungles, gray-brown rocks, a long coastline, and the undulating silhouettes of distant mountains.

The salty sea breeze carried the unique smell of earth and decaying plants.

The Oro Jackson slowly sailed into a natural harbor, where the seawater became calm, like a giant turquoise.

The boat shuddered slightly and docked.

Drop anchor and lower the gangplank.

The crew members, like wild dogs released from their cages, howled and rushed ashore. Having been cooped up for so long, the feeling of having their feet firmly on the ground filled them with exhilarating excitement.

"Liquor! I'm going to drink my fill!"

"Meat! Fresh meat!"

"Woman! Hehe..."