Born To Hate Pirates

"Shh! Idiot, don't call me by my first name."

Buggy bared his teeth and claws to stop Kaizen.

"What's the matter, Captain?" Kaizen asked solemnly, standing very straight, and his fearless look added a bit of charm.

"Keep it low-key, low-key!" Buggy said emphatically, completely different from his usual self.

"It turns out that the great Captain Buggy also has a low-key day. It's really rare, haha... woo hoo..."

Kaizen waved his hands teasingly, and just as he was about to laugh, Buggy's hand flew over and blocked his mouth.

"Be quiet!" Buggy said in a low voice.

"Good morning, gentlemen! What would you like to order?"

At this time, Ross, who had just been shot and fallen to the ground, stood up again, came to Kaizen's table as if nothing happened, and asked respectfully.

"Ah! Aren't you dead?" Buggy cried out in panic. Realizing his voice was too loud, he quickly covered his mouth.

"There are too many things to watch out for in this ocean. It's difficult to survive without some means of survival."

Ross smiled slightly and took out a gold coin from his pocket, with a bullet embedded in it. It was obvious that this gold coin blocked the fatal blow for him.

Although I don't know how he did it, this method shouldn't be difficult for people in this circle.

The food and wine were served together, and it didn't take long. The three of them quickly got into devouring the food.

I have used up too much energy these days and need to replenish a lot of energy.

"This smells so good!" Buggy couldn't help but praise.

Fujitora ate the noodles from the bowl with a long-lost smile on his face, as relaxed as if he had won a game.

Only Kaizen was paying attention to Zephyr not far away while eating, and Zephyr was also paying attention to them.

This tacit feeling stuck in Kaizen's throat like a mouthful of phlegm, which was very uncomfortable.

"Hey! Do you want to come and eat together? We also have guys here who study justice. Maybe you can discuss it."

Kaizen raised his head and invited Zephyr.

Zephyr seemed prepared, without thinking too much, he got up and walked over, then sat down next to Buggy.

Feeling Zephyr's presence beside him disturbed Buggy's mood greatly.

Buggy panicked.

Totally panicked!

He didn't dare to move and kept on eating as he had just done, and the sweat on his face was like heavy rain.

But Zephyr didn't even look at him, just stared at Kaizen closely.

"Would you like to drink?" Kaizen was unmoved by his strong presence and casually picked up the bottle, offering it to him.

"I only drink this wine." Zephyr said as he took out a different bottle.

"What kind of wine is this?" Kaizen asked curiously.

"Only men drink this wine."

Zephyr took a sip, then slowly exhaled. The weariness on his face seemed to be eased.

"It's strange, there's this kind of wine, I haven't drunk it yet, hahahaha." Kaizen said self-deprecatingly.

Zephyr handed the wine to Kaizen without saying a word.

This move frightened Buggy on the side. He stared at Kaizen and opened his mouth silently, meaning he refused Zephyr's wine.

Kaizen took the bottle with dignity: "Then I won't refuse." He drank all the wine in one gulp.

"Huh? I just gave you a taste, but you drank it all." Zephyr complained.

"Sorry, I drank it all accidentally. This wine is really good!" Kaizen put down the bottle with a smile.

"Forget it, for appreciating this wine, I'll forgive you." Zephyr shook his head. In fact, he didn't mind at all.

"Why do you hate pirates so much?" After drinking the strong wine, Kaizen's curiosity got the better of him.

"Do you think I would tell a pirate?" Zephyr, who was originally calm, suddenly showed a surge of anger.

"I've already drunk the wine, how can there be no story?" Kaizen stared at Zephyr, as if he expected everything, as if he already knew his final answer.

Zephyr also stared at him with a dominant look, but eventually sighed and lit a cigar.

Smoke rose slowly on the table, and images flashed through his mind like a roller coaster. From the beginning, he had a firm belief.

That is to carry out the pure justice deep in his heart.

"Let that girl go!"

More than thirty years ago, in a sunny port, a little boy wearing a turban of justice shouted this.

"Huh? Where did this idiot come from with underwear on his head, hahahaha!"

A group of naughty children pointed at the little boy and mocked him mercilessly.

The sun shone on the little boy, and the wind blew the cloak he made out of sheets, making everything look smooth.

"I am the embodiment of justice, Z!"

The little boy made the super cool gesture he designed and shouted with justice.

The naughty children were even more amused, pointing and laughing crazily: "What kind of embodiment of justice is this? Those ridiculous gestures and tattered equipment make people laugh!"

Facing the ridicule, the little boy showed a determined expression and rushed at them with all his strength.

In the end, the little boy was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face swollen. However, his unswerving expression remained unaffected.

"Tch! It's so boring."

When the little boys saw the little boy beaten and motionless on the ground, they gradually became bored and spat at him before leaving.

The little boy stood up, wiped the dust from his face. His eyes and expression showed unshakable determination.

He thought he had won, and the power of justice finally allowed the group of children to leave.

"Thank you, little brother." The little girl holding a dirty rag doll said with tears in her eyes.

The little boy didn't reply and left resolutely. Real justice does not need thanks. Gratitude will only paralyze the heart of a messenger of justice.

The little boy gave all the firmness in his young heart to this belief.

The little girl looked at him with tear-stained eyes and murmured words of thanks.

A few years later, the little boy joined the Marines aggressively.

"Hey! Why did you join the Marines?"

"To carry out justice!" Even at a young age, he had learned the value of speaking frugally.

"Justice? This little guy actually knows justice. You know, justice is not a lollipop. Talking about justice isn't sweet."

A Marine said this, hoping to bring him back to reality.

"Don't look down on people, you idiot! What I hold in my heart is pure justice, don't slander it with your worldly words!" The boy clenched his fists, ready to fight.

"This kid even curses when he's anxious. Let's go, let's go! He'll understand in a few years. It doesn't make sense to him now."

"Then tell me your name." the recruiting officer asked.

"I'm Zephyr." Even the way he said his name was different.

"I know, you can go to the Monkey D. Garp group!"