One Piece: Build The Strongest Beast Pirates

Chapter 142: Psychological Game

On a deserted island dozens of nautical miles away from Amokron Island.

The Whitebeard Pirates' Moby Dick has been here for three days.

"Pops, didn't I tell you that you can't drink alcohol yet?"

Marco puffed up his cheeks and said dissatisfiedly while changing Whitebeard's bandage as he saw him take out a wine gourd and start drinking.

"Gu la la la la, stupid son, don't listen to those ship doctors. Wine is the best healing medicine for pirates."

Whitebeard took a few sips and laughed boldly.

Marco looked at Whitebeard with dead fish eyes and said angrily: "Pops, you want to lie to me again. Last time I helped you steal wine, I was scolded by Sister Whitey Bay for more than half an hour."

"Hmm, don't worry about this."

Whitebeard smiled awkwardly and then drank the wine again.

Marco has been learning medical skills from the ship's doctor, plus with his Flames of Regeneration.

In the past three days, Whitebeard's injuries have finally recovered by 50% to 60%.

"Whoosh!"

Marco's hands turned into blue flame wings, and he flew to Whitebeard's shoulder.

Then he looked at him and asked in confusion: "Pops, why are we staying here and not going back?"

"Gu la la la la, stupid son, I was so seriously injured, and there are many people who want to take this opportunity to take my head."

"Not to mention the pirates who want to become famous in one fell swoop, the Marine alone will not miss this opportunity."

"At this time, there is no safer place than Kaishu's territory."

Whitebeard put his big hand on Marco's head while his eyes gleamed with light.

As a great pirate who has been roaming the sea for many years, if he didn't have this sense of crisis, he wouldn't be alive until now.

This is not about giving in but about assessing the situation.

At the same time, hundreds of nautical miles away from Whitebeard's territory, three Marine warships stayed there.

"How's it going?" Sengoku asked in a low voice.

Vice-Admiral Jack shook his head and said: "We still haven't found the main ship of the Whitebeard Pirates!"

"It's been three days. Where will the Whitebeard Pirates go? This is the only way for them to go back, right?"

Sengoku frowned and looked at the chart on the table.

"I don't know. The storm caused by Whitebeard's battle three days ago was so great that the intelligence agency's ships were unable to track the Whitebeard Pirates."

Vice-Admiral Jack said distressedly: "Will Admiral Whitebeard take a detour and go back by another route?"

"Huhuhu~~"

On the sofa next to him, Garp was sitting there while sound asleep.

"According to the information brought back from the Whitebeard Pirates' hinterland by an intelligence officer who risked his life, Whitebeard has not returned to his territory yet," Sengoku said slowly.

"This is strange...!" Vice-Admiral Jack crossed his arms and said doubtfully: "Is Whitebeard still staying in the territory of the beasts?! It's impossible..."

Sengoku's eyes suddenly enlarged, and he said loudly: "That's right! Whitebeard must still be in the territory of the beast's pirates!."

"Snapped!"

The bubbles on Garp's nostrils burst, and he was instantly awakened from his sleep.

"What's wrong? Is dinner ready?" Garp looked around in confusion.

Sengoku had a bulging vein on his forehead and yelled at Garp: "If you want to sleep, go back to your room; don't get in the way here!"

"Bwahahaha... Then I'll go back and catch up on some sleep. Yesterday, I challenged the donut record, but I..."

Garp didn't care about Sengoku's anger at all; he yawned carefreely and walked towards his room.

Sengoku sighed helplessly.

But he quickly adjusted his mentality and said calmly: "There is only one reason why Whitebeard, who has always been proud, chooses to stay in the territory of the beasts..."

"He's hurt badly!!!"

"It's definitely not an injury that can be healed in a short time, so we can wait a few more days."

"yes!!"

The next day, the sky was obscured by dark clouds, violent storms raged, and the waves continued to surge.

"Quickly, reef the sail..."

"Turn the helm!"

"This damn weather is just like my girlfriend's temper. It changes at any time!"

"Wake up, you don't have a girlfriend yet."

"Whoever says I don't, it's just that she has an unpredictable temper, so I don't have the opportunity to introduce her to others yet."

"Isn't it because you can't grab treasures and you're too poor?"

"You are so annoying!!"

On the deck of Moby Dick, everyone was busy trying to control the swaying ship in the heavy rain.

It didn't take long for the storm to stop and the waves to calm down.

But hailstones started falling again, and they were no ordinary hailstones. Each one was several meters large. If it fell, it could instantly smash a big hole in the ship.

"One-sword style!"

"Ice Wind Fang!!"

"Meteor hammer!"

The various Captains of the Whitebeard Pirates crossed the sea and showed off their strength to destroy the hail before it fell!

The climate of the New World is so unpredictable and full of dangers!

Whitebeard didn't make any move; he held the wine gourd firmly while sitting on the throne on the deck without any change in his expression at all.

But if you look carefully, you can see that Whitebeard is a little restless, with uneasy thoughts in his eyes.

"I always feel like something is going to happen. What exactly is it?"

"Is it possible that after four days, the jackals in New World haven't given up yet?"

Whitebeard took a sip of wine and thought to himself.

But after a long time, despite using Observation Haki to observe everything around, he still didn't notice anything abnormal.

"Am I too worried?" Whitebeard thought with relief.

After the hailstorm, the sky cleared up. It was a cloudless, gentle breeze and a comfortable temperature.

"Huhu"

"This damn weather is finally over!"

"You clearly didn't do anything just now. Why are you tired?"

"Nonsense, that hailstone just now, if I hadn't cut it in half, the ship would have sunk!"

"You still have the nerve to say that cutting them in half is useless. Didn't you see I blasted them into pieces!"

The deck was full of crew members, all bragging, chatting, and arguing with each other in a relaxed manner.

The pirate ship's recovery speed continues to return.