Ghost Shark, but in the world of One Piece

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But I've never seen her before.

A strange feeling made it subconsciously listen to what the other person was saying.

"The pirate crew you've been waiting for will never appear again." Specter flew to Laboon's side and reached out to touch its forehead.

That kind of talk again!

The doctor has said this many times before!

As if it hadn't heard, Lab turned its head again, its gaze even more determined. The calls and laughter of the past echoed in its mind, and the smoke from the bonfire at the banquet seemed to be right in front of it, making it yearn for and be obsessed with it.

It retreated slightly, gathering its strength, preparing to strike Upside Down Mountain again.

"Rabb!"

Laurentina flew over and patted its forehead.

"You still have companions alive."

A seemingly casual remark struck Raab's reason like a thunderbolt.

"Hey, little navy girl, you can't joke about something like this!"

With a clang, the channel embedded in the air vent on Lab's back was opened.

An old man with glasses, whose hairstyle resembled a peacock spreading its tail feathers, climbed out. He was wearing a floral shirt and shorts, and his limbs were strong and powerful. His eyes looked extremely serious.

"Hey, grandpa, who are you? How did you suddenly appear inside the island whale?"

On the slowly approaching Deepsea, Alice asked the unfriendly old man who had suddenly appeared.

The old man frowned and glared at Alice, then nonchalantly jumped into the sea and swam to shore.

"You old man! Do you think we're invisible?!"

After waiting for half a minute without receiving a response, the unlucky guy couldn't take it anymore and muttered something.

"Brook, a member of the Rumbar Pirates, is still alive. His signature laugh is 'Yohohohoho,'" Ghost Shark said slowly, looking into Laboon's eyes.

"Pop?!"

A clear light appeared in Rab's eyes, and the stubborn emotions within him noticeably lessened.

“Little girl, you really know… wait, are you Navy Ghost Shark?!” The old man sitting in the rocking chair looked over and was surprised to find that the girl looked somewhat familiar.

As a lighthouse keeper, Crocus would buy newspapers to pass the time while treating Laboon's illness, making him one of the park's most popular newspaper readers.

And the little girl opposite him was none other than the one who personally defeated Roger's formidable enemy—Golden Lion! It was truly unforgettable.

"Hey, you old man, you can clearly understand human speech!" Alice was immediately exasperated. "Why are you ignoring us?!"

Upon hearing this, Crocus turned his head with a cold expression, glaring at Alice with eyes that seemed to look at the cats and dogs that had done something naughty, which was extremely hateful.

"Damn it!" Alice, who had been inexplicably looked down upon, was furious. She clenched her fists and said, "I'll beat you up, you old man!"

"You can't do that!"

Crocus's eyes widened, and a sense of terror seemed to rise in the hearts of the Marines. Even Alice couldn't help but take a few steps back, cold sweat breaking out on her face.

That's terrifyingly hot!

It feels like a weakened version of Conqueror's Haki! Is this old guy some kind of reclusive monster?

The old man squinted, his gaze dangerous, and called out in a deep voice:

"I'll die if I do that!"

The air seemed to quiet down...

"Who cares if you live or die?!" Alice, who had been tricked, was furious. Her face was contorted with rage, and her mouth was stretched into a grin that looked almost like a shark's.

"How rude! Shouldn't you say your own name before asking someone else's?" Crocus pouted, his old face contorted, and his voice spilled from his thick lips.

"Oh, that's true. Sorry, it was my oversight..."

Before Alice could finish speaking, Crocus interrupted, "My name is Crocus, the lighthouse keeper at Twin Capes, 65 years old, a Gemini, blood type AB. My hobbies are watching the sea and drinking beer, and my favorite type is..."

The air fell silent again...

"I'm going to kill you, you old bastard!" Alice roared, veins bulging.

“Hahaha.” Specter Shark stood on Laboon’s head, laughing until tears streamed down his face, before finally saying, “Calm down, Alice. This guy was Roger’s ship doctor, an old fossil from the last era. You can’t beat him.”

The Pirate King's crewmate?!

Damn, one shock after another today. First, there was the giant island whale that crashed into the wall and blocked the road. Then there was the old man who came out of the island whale's belly. And now this old man is the doctor of the Pirate King's ship?

Instinctively, the entire navy raised their weapons and aimed their guns at Crocus in front of the lighthouse.

"Boo-hoo... Waaah!"

Laboon, sensing the danger, was about to protect his companions when Specter punched him, leaving a large bump on his chest. "You shut up too!"

This power... truly was the one who defeated the Golden Lion.

With a seemingly casual punch, he sent a throbbing headache and a bump up onto the head of Labu, who had only suffered minor scratches from previous impacts.

Crocus squinted as he observed, when Specter spoke again, "Don't panic, so many years have passed, the old man's bounty has long been removed."

"Moreover, Roger's condition for surrendering was to leave his villainous comrades a way out. In other words, Headquarters knew about Crocus's situation, and the remnants of the Pirate King's crew are currently on parole."

"This place is both his home and his prison."

Specter ignored the old man's strange expression and smiled, "Anyway, we're still safe. Put down your weapons."

"Young lady, I didn't expect you to know so much at such a young age." Crocus became serious, looking into Specter's eyes, and asked, "Where are Laboon's companions now?"

"Pop!" The island whale looked over excitedly.

"Brook," the little shark said, tapping its head dramatically as if deep in thought, trying to recall something.

Every now and then, she would glance at Crocus, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Oh, oh... yeah... I do remember Brook's whereabouts." Specter mumbled, turning his head away to hum a song, the melody of which could be heard if you listened carefully.

"The Golden age will return again?~"

"You sang quite well!" Crocus nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly slammed the newspaper down. "Don't change the subject!!!"

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call out!

It was the sound of a harpoon being lightly swung.

Then Crocus's right arm moved with lightning speed, bending down and throwing the object. When the figure was seen again, Crocus was already lying down, holding a new newspaper in his hand, looking relaxed and content.

A harpoon flashed past the ghost shark's ear at incredible speed, disappearing into the distance as a starlight.

The shockwave it emitted caused the girl's hair to dance wildly.

Are you in a hurry? How interesting.

Laurentina spread her beautiful bat wings, stood still in the air, twirled a strand of hair, and pursed her lips.

"Clowcas, you're so rude!"

click!

Crocus casually slapped his hand, shattering Ain's furious slash, and snorted, "It's a draw. Your companion attacked me too!"

"Ain, you're amazing!" Ghost Shark clapped his hands and laughed heartily.

Crocus rolled his eyes, speechless.

“Tell me, what’s wrong with Brook?” He straightened up, becoming serious again.

The ghost shark also flapped its wings, flew to the stone table in front of the lighthouse, and sat down.

Seeing this, the navy docked its warships at the shore.

He disembarked and stood guard beside the ghost shark.

The girl sat upright on the stone bench, took the tea poured by Crocus, and looked at it with great interest.

Brooke's whereabouts are a factor in this decision.

This meeting was nothing short of a transaction; both sides placed weights on a scale and then took what they wanted.

"I can tell you where it is." Ghost Shark gently blew away the steam and took a sip of tea.

"Speak, as long as the price isn't too excessive." Crocus sighed. From the girl's ambiguous response, he had understood her intentions.

Laboon isn't Specter's partner, but he is Crocus's!

To him, this was not the Navy's coercion and enticement of pirates, not a balance of interests, not a struggle between virus and medicine.

This is a story of a man facing life and death, desperately trying to save his partner's life.

From the moment he revealed this attitude, he was completely under the other party's thumb.

As for using force, the success rate is also very low.

When they're really serious, a strong fighter's battle can last for ten days to half a month. If that happens, the Navy would have already summoned an admiral to crush them and Laboon dozens of times over.

“Crocas, I hope you can become the true beacon of Reverse Mountain.” Specter put down his porcelain cup, his gaze sharp. “With your strength, this is not difficult.”

what?

Crocus put down the newspaper and squinted incredulously.

Are you kidding me?! This guy actually wants to be a crewmate of the Pirate King and become a dog for the Marines?!

In an instant, Crocus felt an immense sense of humiliation.

"This is impossible!"

His refusal was firm and his tone left no room for argument.

But when he glanced at Raab's innocent, unsuspecting eyes, his heart softened immediately, and he rationally advised:

"You need to understand, the pirates of this world can never be completely eradicated. If you block this place, they will only sail out to sea more covertly and seek out more ways to enter the Grand Line. That uncontrolled state poses a greater threat to your navy!"

Ghost Shark naturally understands this principle.

Just like cracking down on pornography, a harsh crackdown will only drive it underground and completely out of control.

But wouldn't it be much more harmful to let it grow unchecked?

"It's not as thorough as you think. I just hope that when facing those brutal and bloodthirsty guys, you can wipe them out directly."

"If that's the case, then I can accept it..."

There's a lot of room for maneuver here – just randomly pick a bad guy to slaughter.

Crocus pondered for a moment, stroking his chin, and finally agreed to Specter's proposal.

“Words are meaningless. Let’s wager Captain Roger’s reputation.” The girl understood the problem with this deal and joked, “If any newcomer with a terrible reputation slips away from you, I’ll go and dig up Roger’s grave!”

Roger's grave, who knows where it is? But it's still pretty effective at fooling people.

"you!"

Crocus stared in shock. Could such a ruthless guy really be a Marine?

He took a deep breath, patiently and gently asked, "I agree. It's your turn. Tell me where Brooke is."

"Pop!" Another excited whale cry.

Specter nodded, no longer keeping him in suspense, "On the Thriller Bark of Gecko Moria, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea."

Does it also involve the Seven Warlords of the Sea?

Alice, who had never understood what the two were talking about, was startled again.

Ayn, Yun Que, and the others all had similar expressions, completely bewildered.

"How could he be there?!" Crocus immediately flipped over the stone bench and paced back and forth in the crowd. At that moment, a lightbulb went off in his head like lightning. "Could it be that Moria stole his shadow?!"

“Correct, fair, and spot on…” Ghost Shark nodded.

Crocus understood, muttering to himself, "Perhaps we should find an opportunity to rescue Brook, but who will take care of Laboon? Should we take him with us?"

At this moment, Ain and the others pulled Laurentina aside and whispered in her ear, "Colonel, what are you all discussing?"

Ghost Shark smirked and said, "You know the Seven Warlords of the Sea? This guy is one starting today."

"But aren't all the Seven Warlords of the Sea Manchus? And he doesn't have any official Seven Warlord documents issued by the government..." the unlucky guy asked.