[Master Pirate] Moby Dick's daily life

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In fact, there are connections between the famous big pirates.When Yueguang Yutian took his two subjects Inuarashi and Moby Dick to log in to Moby Dick, the most excited person was not Roger who heard the news, but everyone on the ship who wanted to see Marco's excitement. A member of the Whitebeard Pirates.

They asked the cat viper how to catch birds, and then they got a branch from nowhere, and planted a bird's nest next to Whitebeard's seat.It's so big that even a white beard can sit in it.So when Marco, who was entrusted by Whitebeard to deliver a message to a nearby island, returned to the boat, what he saw was the bird's nest beside Whitebeard.

The cat viper wasn't on deck, and in fact his interest faded when he learned that the bird he saw that looked delicious as if it was being roasted wasn't really a bird.Although when he saw the blue phoenix, he would drool and look like he wanted to eat it, but he controlled it a lot, at least he wouldn't pounce on it.

Of course, this also has something to do with Marco being self-taught and knowing how to transform into a human form every time he lands.Of course, this kind of task can be done by just looking for someone, but you have to name him and ask him to go there: "Can you stop messing around."

"Son," White Beard said very sadly, "It's my fault that I didn't realize that you should actually sleep on a branch."

...I have been sleeping on the bed for almost 20 years, and the devil is going to sleep on the branches.

Looking condemningly at the white beard who was obviously following around nonsense, Marco yawned a big yawn, and his eyelids slammed down, "I sent a message to Mr. Roger. If Mr. Raleigh accepts If we get there, we should be able to come over as soon as possible.”

"That's not necessarily the case," Whitebeard said firmly, "Roger, that fellow, isn't someone who would change his itinerary for such a trivial matter." He smiled and pointed to the man who was brought back by Marco tied to his paw. "Don't you think you should give me the gift first?"

"Oh, Dad, it's fine if you can't carry it by yourself." Cong Yao put it on and untied the rope, "I'm going back to sleep."

"Aren't you going to try your new nest?" White Beard took the jug and joked, pointing to the bird's nest next to it.

Marko stared at Whitebeard with dead fish eyes, trying to read the joke on his face.Whitebeard just smiled, focusing on the flagon in his hand.Such a reaction made Marco a little uncertain, but he glanced at the deck where there was no one there: "If the cat viper comes up again, dad, you have to protect me."

"Ku la la la la la la," laughed at his son's reaction, "Go back to sleep, I'm just kidding."

"No," Marco yawned, "I thought about it, before this nest is thrown away, it would be a pity not to use it once. And I haven't tried it yet, using the fruit's ability to sleep." Actually As an ability user of the animal department, Marco found that it didn't take much energy to maintain his bird form.

And even though it looks like a bird's nest, surrounded by messy branches, someone in the center has laid wooden planks to create a small platform.I'm afraid this bird's nest has been built for a certain period of time, at least Marco can smell the aroma of wine in it, and I'm afraid his father often uses it as a trash can for wine bottles on weekdays.

Marco scratched his head, jumped forward with his legs, activated his fruit ability in mid-air and turned into a blue phoenix.He flapped his wings twice and landed in the bird's nest, buried his head in the wings and went to sleep.The movement was so natural that it was really like a bird, which made Whitebeard stop drinking, and grinned silently as he looked at the blue phoenix beside him that only occupied a third of the bird's nest.

The blue flame burned silently, because what was burning was not the surrounding air, but itself, so there was no smell or temperature.Today happened to be a rare sunny day, the sun shone warmly on the deck, even the white beard was a little more tired.

"You really are a kid who knows how to choose a place," he muttered in a low voice, put the wine bottle aside, stretched out his long legs, put his hands on his belly, and began to close his eyes and meditate.A look of knowledge and knowledge enveloped the entire ship calmly, looking at the children in the ship doing their own things leisurely, White Beard was in a good mood.

What he wants, he already has, and that's enough.

The bird beside him uttered a soft cry, moved his body and leaned against the place closest to Whitebeard, and then remained still.Blenheim, who was in the watchtower, saw the scene on the deck, couldn't help laughing, and then neatly got down and entered the cabin to find someone to watch.

Yizang saw Harta and Vista passing by with their mouths covered, wiped the guns in their hands in doubt, and then raised them again to aim at the target placed at the stern.Namuir, who had just joined, emerged from the sea and raised the sea king's tail to signal to the chef on the deck if he needed more.

This warm afternoon is peaceful.

Marco was probably really tired, and when he fell into a deep sleep, the blue flames faded away.The young man in denim was lying in the bird's nest, resting his head with one hand and resting the other on his stomach, sound asleep.Seeing such a leisurely attitude, Harta, who was pulling Vista, said that the baby bird was in the cradle, was quite envious.

Then Yizang saw his beloved little brother sleeping, and jumped in after him, occupying a favorable position.Immediately afterwards, Namuir, who had just crawled out of the sea, could not hold back, and climbed in.Then there is Harta, who always likes to join in the fun, and Vista, who is pulled by Harta...

Whitebeard looked at this nominal bird's nest, which quickly filled up with his son, and watched them collectively fall into a siesta state in this warm afternoon, which was unavoidably funny.Before Marco came back, all kinds of plans to follow Marco's black history inexplicably turned into a group nap.

It made him want to join a little bit.

That's great, Fioli.

It's even better if you're there.