https://novelcool.info/chapter/Chapter-351-A-Decisive-Battle-and-Zephyr-s-Retreat/12612779/
Chapter 352: Honeycomb Island
Chapter 352: Honeycomb Island
Honeycomb Island, located in the latter half of the New World, was never conquered, even during Whitebeard's reign.
The legendary grand sea rogue, Wang Zhi, once ruled this island. He had connections with Whitebeard, Kaido, and Charlotte Linlin.
However, after 'Blackbeard' Marshall D. Teach defeated Wang Zhi, this place became his stronghold.
"A pirate's paradise."
A massive fleet sailed on the vast ocean, with the Grim Reaper's Flagship leading the way. Lily stood at the front of the deck, telescope in hand, gazing at the island ahead, which had a giant skull rock.
The entire island was enveloped by a town, with outlying reefs and few landing spots.
It was a natural harbor, not too large in size but still considered rare.
Yet, to pirates, this island was a sacred place, akin to Mary Geoise.
"Hmm, it looks pretty ordinary."
Renitya pushed her goggles up and frowned. "What's so great about this place? There aren't any amusement parks, and it looks run-down, like—well, it reminds me of Rogue Town."
"Renitya, Rogue Town was modeled after Honeycomb Island, but it's not as good as this place," Bellamy replied eagerly, standing beside her. "This is a holy land for us pirates."
"This holy land is pretty pathetic and shabby, if you ask me." Renitya pouted. "That skull is hideous, and what's that on the right? A bow? The color of the stone on its head is all wrong. It looks more bald than like a pirate's bandana."
Bellamy: "..."
In the past, he would have argued back.
But after his time in Mock Town, he had to agree that this 'holy land' was a bit rundown.
"The architecture may not be impressive, but the functionality is excellent. Don't underestimate it, Renity," Lily said, lowering her telescope. "This island is the birthplace of the famous Pirate Games."
"Pirate Games?" Renity paused, taken aback.
"Davy Back Fight, as I mentioned before," Hawkins explained as he walked over.
"It's a game where pirates select their crew and expand their ranks without shedding blood. This place is indeed the origin of that tradition."
"I heard that a long time ago, pirates wanted to grow their crews but didn't want to resort to bloody methods, so they invented this game," Urqui added, trailing behind Hawkins with a sinister smile. He raised a hand, his index finger pointing up. "It's a relatively peaceful game, but do they really agree to it so willingly?"
"Hehehehe, of course, they do! After all, they're pirates!" Moria cackled, appearing from a building on the left side of the deck. "Pirates are free to come and go as they please, especially those who gather on Honeycomb Island. They don't have much loyalty or dedication to their captains, and they're not paid much either. They're just pirates."
Lily nodded in agreement. "Just as Sagard said, being a pirate is a job."
"Hahahaha! You got that right!"
A familiar boisterous laugh rang out from the back, and Sagard approached the fore deck with Agin and Malica.
"Without faith or wealth, would they really sell their lives to someone else? If they had those things, they wouldn't end up on Honeycomb Island," Sagard chuckled. "This island is like a platform. Those who like these rules will gather here voluntarily, and those who don't simply stay away."
The ocean was vast, and Honeycomb Island wasn't the only haven for pirates, which was why the Yonko had established their own strongholds.
Kaido, Big Mom, and Whitebeard had all sailed on the same ship once, but they never chose Honeycomb Island as their base, likely because they didn't agree with its rules.
Sagard felt the same.
After resting for most of the day and recovering from the shock of Kaido's intimidation, they resumed their journey toward Honeycomb Island.
By now, they were close to their destination.
"Sagard," Lily called out. "Teach has already arrived at Honeycomb Island and is waiting for us there."
"Then let's prepare to land," Sagard said, a smile tugging at his lips. "If that idiot doesn't offer us some good treats, I'll hold him in contempt!"
"Can I play the games?" Renitya asked curiously.
"No," Sagard shook his head. "Those who don't abide by the game's rules are branded as the shame of pirates. I don't want to be mocked by weaker men."
"Don't enter someone else's game and play by their rules, Renity," Sagard advised. "That's their power and home turf. We want to pull others into our rules and our game."
To abide by someone else's rules... Is that even being a pirate?
At the very least, not Sagard's style of piracy.
"Oh," Renitya nodded obediently, turning her head to look at the island that was growing closer. Her round eyes blinked as she pointed at the giant skull rock, "Did it just blink?"
...
Inside Honeycomb Island, a large number of pirates gathered, each one looking fierce and untamable.
On the streets, fights frequently broke out—a flash of a knife slicing someone down, a gunshot piercing a skull. The place was chaotic and rowdy.
But in the midst of the chaos, pirates drank and caroused, clinking their cups and drinking to their fill before smashing them and brawling.
Chaos was the island's main melody.
No matter who ruled, the traditions of the island never changed.
The pirates who came here craved this lawlessness.
Aside from drinking and fighting, seeking revenge and killing, this place offered a twisted sense of safety for pirates.
There was no need to worry about the Navy or assassins lurking in the shadows.
Revenge and brawls were accepted, even encouraged, while assassination was frowned upon and not tolerated.
Additionally, pirates could recruit new members or merge with other crews.
If they really wanted someone, they could issue a 'Davy Back Fight' challenge to strengthen their crew.
Amidst this chaos, a coarse laughter echoed within the giant skull, the vibrations rippling throughout the entire island.
"Do you enjoy the feast?"
"This banquet celebrates my victory! Drink to your heart's content, and if any of you want to join me, come! I welcome anyone and everyone! Haahahaha!"
Inside the skull, within the stronghold of the Blackbeard Pirates, the atmosphere resembled that of a primitive tribal gathering. Teach sat on a wooden chair, flanked by burning torches, with beautiful women nestled in his arms and on his lap, giggling.
"Hey, Teach," a deep voice suddenly rumbled, interrupting the festivities. A large face emerged from the stone floor, belonging to a horned creature.
"Rumble!"
As it spoke, the sky outside rumbled with thunder, and what had been a clear sky moments ago turned dark and stormy, with howling winds and pouring rain.
The tropical climate of the island now experienced an unprecedented storm.
"This sticky weather is annoying, and it's a tropical climate, meow!"
The large face continued to rise, eventually revealing itself to be a two-horned monster.
It was the Tyrant, Pizarro.
"Hahahaha! That means the natural disaster is really here!" Teach bared his teeth in a wide grin. "My AiBo, go and welcome them! Let's celebrate this victory together!"
(End of Chapter)
Chapter end
Report
