One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 297: The Red-Haired Man is About to Die of Anxiety!

Four hours later.

The sun is westward.

The sea was dyed a golden-red color.

An island appears at the horizon.

It is a very unique island.

The main body is a huge cliff.

The cliff was entirely dark red, as if it had been soaked in blood.

The top of the highest cliff.

A huge skull and crossbones flag fluttered in the wind.

The three scars on his left eye looked particularly gruesome in the setting sun.

The flag of the Red-Haired Pirates.

"arrive!"

"I'm home!"

Cheers erupted aboard the Red Fosse.

The two giant ships slowly approached each other.

The loud sound of anchoring shattered the island's tranquility.

"Splash—"

The heavy iron anchor crashed into the water, sending up a towering column of water.

It startled countless birds on the island.

They took off in flocks, circling in the air and emitting loud calls.

shore.

The pirates who had already received the news poured out like a tide.

They waved their arms, held up barrels of wine, and cheered deafeningly.

"The boss is back!"

"That's... Whitebeard's ship?"

"My God! It really is the Moby Dick!"

"Quickly! Prepare the banquet! Bring out the best wines!"

The two boats docked.

A huge diving board was placed on the beach.

The members of the Red-Haired Pirates and the Whitebeard Pirates surged onto the beach like two torrents.

The quiet coastline suddenly became incredibly noisy.

Shanks had given instructions beforehand.

A huge bonfire has been lit in the open space on the island.

The dry, giant logs were piled up like small mountains.

"ignition!"

The raging flames shot into the sky, dispelling the chill of the sea and illuminating half the sky.

Barrels of aged rum were rolled out.

The lid was violently smashed open, and the rich aroma of the liquor instantly filled the air.

A huge sea monster's meat was roasting over a fire.

The oil dripped onto the charcoal fire, sizzling and releasing an enticing aroma.

The golden-brown crust is sprinkled with coarse salt and spices.

This flavor can awaken one's most primal desires.

"The banquet begins!"

Someone shouted out.

The area is closed.

Pirates don't care if you're from the Red-Haired Pirates or the Whitebeard Pirates.

They're all mixed together right now.

Arms around each other's shoulders, eating meat heartily, and drinking wine from large bowls.

The music started.

The rugged accordion and the passionate guitar.

Some people were dancing, some were playing drinking games, and some were wrestling.

This is a carnival.

It is the highest ceremony for pirates to celebrate survival and their encounters.

however.

In this bustling center.

Shanks, as the host, did not take his seat.

He didn't take the wine glass, nor did he grab the meat.

He stood at the edge of the crowd, with his back to the campfire.

Despite being in the heat, his back view exuded a sense of coldness.

His gaze swept across the revelry of the crowd.

It was nailed to a coconut tree.

It was pinned to Chen Ye, who was observing his surroundings.

Chen Ye's neck hairs twitched.

He turned his head and met Shanks' gaze.

Chen Ye didn't speak, but simply raised his wine glass and gestured towards the wine.

A gesture that was almost provocative.

Shanks did not respond.

He strode forward and walked straight over.

With each step he took, his aura grew heavier.

The pirates who wanted to come up and offer a toast were pushed aside by an invisible wall, making way for them.

The noisy air seemed to freeze for a moment where Shanks passed by.

Shanks walked up to Chenye.

The two were less than two meters apart.

This is the dangerous distance for the strong.

When a move is made, life and death are inevitable.

Shanks completely dropped his playful demeanor from the ship at this point.

That face that always wore a silly grin is gone.

All that remained was a cold, lifeless expanse.

His gaze was no longer gentle.

It was incredibly sharp, even with a ferocious, beast-like quality.

The long-suppressed doubts are about to erupt.

"Tatsuba."

Shanks spoke.

His voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"We're in my territory."

"The wine is ready, and the meat is ready too."

"There are no outsiders here, no navy, and no World Government spies."

Shanks took a step forward.

He stared intently into Chen Ye's eyes.

There was a crackling sound of electricity in the air.

"Now, can you tell me?"

Shanks' voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Regarding how he knew about his background."

The rumors of God Valley, the Five Elders' attitude, and that damned surname.

Today, Chen Ye finally broke through that barrier.

He's going crazy.

Chen Ye sized up the man in front of him, who seemed about to snap.

The blood vessels in Shanks' eyes were about to burst.

The domineering energy within him was in complete chaos, like a pot of porridge.

The Four Emperors at the pinnacle of the world?

Now I'm just a stray dog ​​that can't find its home.

Chen Ye shook his head.

His expression was as bland as a glass of water.

Even if the sky falls, it can be used as a blanket.

Chen Ye stretched out his hand and made a downward pressing gesture.

The movements were gentle, yet carried an undeniable strength.

"Don't rush, redhead."

Chen Ye's voice was soft, yet it was like a nail, driven into Shanks' ears.

"Some things, just saying them isn't enough to make them impactful."

"Language is inadequate."

"The truth must be seen with your own eyes."

Chen Ye smiled mysteriously.

That smile was like that of a director who had revealed everything, watching the actors about to get into character.

"You want to know who you are?"

"You want to know what happened in God Valley?"

"You want to know the secrets of the Figarand family?"

Chen Ye turned around.

Turning his back to Shanks.

He raised his hand and pointed to the center of the crowd not far away.

There, the white-bearded man sat on the enormous main seat, holding a wine bowl the size of a water vat, drinking heartily.

Beside Whitebeard, Marco was bowing his head, seemingly listening to Whitebeard give him some instructions.

The answer isn't in my mouth.

Chen Ye turned around and gave Shanks a meaningful look.

"The answer is over there."

Done.

Chen Ye ignored Shanks, who was stunned.

He strode leisurely toward the white-bearded man.

Their steps were light and quick, as if they were strolling in their own backyard.

Shanks was stunned.

He stared at Chen Ye's retreating figure, his mind a complete mess.

Over there?

Over by the white-bearded guy?

What does that mean?

Does the white-bearded man know something?

Or...did the white-bearded man bring something with him?

My heart felt like it was being scratched by countless cat claws, both itchy and painful.

That feeling drove him crazy.

But he had no choice.

He couldn't get Chen Ye to talk unless he said something.

beat?

They might not be able to win.

Shanks exhaled a breath of stale air.

He gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed all his emotions.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

It loosened again.

Hold on tighter.

"it is good."

"Let's see what you're up to."

Shanks muttered to himself.

He took heavy steps and followed closely behind.

Every step is in step with the beat of fate.

Night was falling.

The campfire burned brighter and brighter.

The firelight reflected off everyone's faces, flickering on and off.