The wind in the Chambord Islands is always particularly charming.
After blowing through the neon bubbles, it seems that the wind itself also has a dreamy flavor.
Of course, it could also be the charming fragrance left by the angel in white with a sweet smile who just left.
Bucky was lying on his familiar hospital bed.
Take a sip of sweet coffee.
Although compared with most of the navy escorting the ship, the wound on his cheek seemed insignificant.
Then he opened the brand new newspaper in his hand.
Well, nearly twenty days have passed since he left the escort ship.
During this rare period of time, he didn't do anything.
The police in Gotham City find out and probably have to give him a good citizen award.
This is very rare.
Most of the time, Bucky felt very sane.
He also behaved similarly in the face of the Navy's subsequent investigation.
The advantage of acting rationally is that it didn't take long for him to get a month's paid vacation and a single ward for now.
As if he knew his identity.
The first wanted notice attached to the newspaper was for himself.
A clown with a red nose, wearing a black and white striped prison uniform, with an unkempt beard, was holding a sign.
His expression was one of forced composure.
It was taken when he was arrested.
The bounty is…
Two hundred million beli.
Quite a few.
Our protagonist, the Straw Hat Boy, has a bounty of only 100 million Baileys. He only saw the report on the Justice Island incident in the newspaper not long ago.
So are you still staying in the Capital of the Seven Waters, or are you heading to the Chambord Islands?
Bucky made a rough guess, but didn't take it too seriously.
He has no interest in the protagonist group.
Hot-blooded bondage and all that, I can't be happy at all.
Except for his own small popularity, other reports are about the eleven supernovas who have gradually emerged in the past year.
The flamboyant Eustace Kidd, who was born in the South China Sea, Law, known as the "Surgeon of Death", and Hawkins, the captain of the Hawkins Pirates...
The deeds of criminals were openly published in newspapers all over the country.
Even the bounty order that was supposed to be a hanging rope has become an indicator of comparison among pirates.
The navy and the world government, which seem to represent justice, are more like an iceberg floating on the sea, hiding the bottomless dark side under the sea water, revealing only the white and bright side.
The word "justice" is also printed on it.
The entire blue world is like an enlarged version of Gotham City.
But it is this kind of world that Bucky looks forward to even more.
Chaos is also a kind of beauty.
An inexplicable smile appeared on his face unconsciously.
The little nurse who passed by with a trolley couldn't help but blush.
Sergeant Jacques' eyes followed the little nurse's steps and wandered far away.
He also wanted to be a little more reserved, but all day long on the warship he faced all kinds of muscular guys.
Once you go to sea, you often don't see the opposite sex for several months.
But if I hugged Major Yaro's lap, things would be better in the future, right?
"Lord Yaro, the person you want has been escorted to the port area."
"Well done, Jacques...Sergeant."
Bucky put away the newspaper and replied with a smile.
Yaro had not interacted with many people in the navy, but Bucky was not in a hurry to interact with those people.
On the contrary, it was Sergeant Jacques who was originally a subordinate of Brownie.
In the original team, they were in the middle and lower levels and could not get much reuse, but they still longed for change or improvement in their hearts.
When Bucky, a major with a background, appeared in front of him, Jacques naturally came closer.
For Bucky at this stage, he can be regarded as a handy tool man.
Another point is that Jacques recognizes reality.
The Shampoo Islands are surrounded by the roots of towering mangroves, forming as many as 79 areas.
The area where the navy is stationed is Area 66.
It has a medium-sized port that can accommodate multiple ships.
There is also a warehouse where goods can be parked temporarily.
The warehouse is a little damp, with wooden cargo boxes piled up in a haphazard manner. There are also many dry straws scattered around, whether they are left over from previous goods or simply for decoration.
Near the corner, there were a few cigarette butts that had been stepped on.
It's a place where construction site safety officers would run away all night just looking at it.
There was also a distinct smell of excrement mixed with fishy smell.
Obviously, the goods piled here also include living animals.
Bucky even wanted to cut his nose off and throw it away.
But there was Sergeant Jacques who thought he was on his lap.
He felt it was better to continue to maintain a normal and sane image.
Of course, there's nothing you can do if you can't hold on.
You know, the only sane way to live in this world is without rules.
If he met with the attending doctor at Arkham Asylum, the Joker's condition would probably be re-evaluated.
At the very least, you can move from a single ward with restricted movement to a multi-person ward with certain activity time.
Their clean leather boots stepped lightly on the dry straw.
After a while, he stopped in front of a rusty iron cage.
In the iron cage, Arne reluctantly opened his eyes and saw a pair of leather boots like this.
"Cough...cough..." He breathed carefully. The pungent smell in the warehouse made him feel chilly.
The cold was so bad that he felt that there was nothing wrong with becoming the slave of a certain noble.
Under the influence of the damp and cold conditions, he felt as if a soldering iron had been placed on his forehead.
The abdomen, which had been treated simply, felt throbbing pain with every breath.
Dignity in the face of survival,
become worthless.
"My dear Mr. Navigator Candidate."
"Why not welcome your captain?"
Bucky knelt down, looked directly at Arne, and said in a slightly teasing tone, "You should know that I have always been a person who keeps my promises."
candidate...
gentlemen...?
Arne wanted to move his gaze upwards, but it was covered with mist for some reason.
Seeing the young naval officer in front of him, he looked like a crazy clown.
Even the joking tone was the same.
"Ship...Captain!"
"...captain.?"
Sergeant Jacques’ voice was trembling.
Why, why would this pirate prisoner call Major Arrow captain?
Why did Major Yarrow buy this prisoner specifically?
Why...
He suddenly remembered the major he saw when the warship exploded.
The strip of flesh that suddenly fell off his face.
A terrible suspicion arose in his mind.
My legs are trembling uncontrollably.
Jacques tried desperately to pull up his legs and run.
Yes, the base is very close to the warehouse. The base commander is Major General Sicily. He has to report.
You have to report it!
But no matter how hard he pushed, his legs would not move at all.
It was as if there were hands holding them tightly.
Jacques lowered his head and looked.
There were actually hands grabbing his feet.
