Chapter 60 (1/2)

Grandline, Paradise, flying lamb

After their hasty retreat from Long Ring Long island and taking care of their wounded, a pleasant calm fell upon the strawhat crew and their passengers. Returning to their daily routines, it was like a vacation after all the action of the last couple of weeks and was welcomed with open arms.

The next day Azul woke up with a giant yawn and took in his surroundings, not sure where he was at first but soon felt the familiar spirits of Robin and the rest of the strawhats, which meant nothing of notice had happened after his battle with Aokiji. The thought about the admiral brought some more questions to Azuls mind, like if said man was still alive...

Standing up from his bed, Azul walked over to the door and exited it, coming upon a relatively small deck where Luffy and Usopp were playing around with some kind of utensils while Robin and Nami were laying on sunchairs with Sanji fussing about them like the moron he sometimes was. Zoro meanwhile was sitting against the railing to one side, snoring deeply asleep.

Azul decided to go look for something to eat though just as he was about to turn around a loud yell of shock smacked him right into the ear, making him stumble a little forwards in surprise at the volume.

”Bloody hell woman, tone it down a little will ya?” Zoro g.r.o.a.n.e.d out while yawning in laziness. Nami, the origin of said shriek though didn't really pay attention to Zoro as she was reading the just delivered newspaper with wide and shocked eyes, not believing what she was seeing...

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Grandline, New World, Moby D.i.c.k

”Oii, old man! Take a look at this!” Marco, the first commander of the Whitebeard-pirates yelled over to his slightly snoring captain and surrogate father that had been reclining on a giant chair, fitting his gigantic body.

With a grunt Whitebeard opened his eyes, still groggy and a little ticked of from having been ripped from his nice dream, before bringing his eyes to rest on his son, who was walking over towards his dad waving the newspapers around as if wanting to swat some annoying fly with it.

Opening the newspaper to what had caused his son such surprise, he got an equal amount of surprise to rise to the forefront of his mind. Out of the newspaper fell a wanted poster on the ground with a slow swaying motion.

Wanted: Dead or alive

'Burning Grimm' - Azul