One Piece: Shanks' Little Jasmine

Chapter 138 Eorze Island

On the deck, Kuzan found a deckchair somewhere, placed it in a shady spot, pulled down his eye mask, and started to sleep. In fact, his steady breathing could be heard clearly every few seconds, a quality of sleep that would make insomniacs envious.

Since they hadn't reached the target island, sleeping wasn't a problem. However, Kuzan's sleeping spot seemed a bit off. Borsalino, standing on the other side of the deck, looked like he wanted to stab Kuzan in the head with a knife. Yes, Kuzan, who originally had his own warship, insisted on sharing a warship with Borsalino, and it was Borsalino's warship.

As for why this happened, it's because Kuzan's lieutenant failed to snatch Borsalino's lieutenant halfway there, so Moko's luggage ended up on Borsalino's warship, and Moko naturally had no choice but to board Borsalino's warship.

(Kuzan, Vice Admiral: Protest! Gurgle! The enemy brought a whole group of people to attack me alone! Gurgle! They even used dirty tricks!! ヽ(`Д′)ノ)

Borsalino, the lieutenant: Who cares about you? If we don't get Miss Moko, we'll all be fish food tonight! (╥╯^╰╥)

Kuzan, the lieutenant: What? I didn't get fed to the fish, glug glug~ Kuzan, the lieutenant, died~ Just kidding -＝≡ヘ(*?w?)ノ）

The surrounding navy was startled by Borsalino's imposing aura. They exchanged glances, conveying various messages, and after a long while, as if reaching a consensus, they all silently moved away from the two admirals to do their own things.

Suddenly, the deck where the two generals were located was almost deserted. Even if there were people, they would sneak away quickly in the corners. Miss Moko wasn't here right now. If a fight broke out, they would be thrown to the fish and wouldn't even have anyone to call for help. Besides, the tense atmosphere here was not something ordinary people like them could stand.

The four-day voyage passed in this strange atmosphere. Moko didn't find it boring at all. She would often take Mika and Ella for walks on the deck to enjoy the scenery. In her spare time, she would also cook some delicious food. Of course, Moko would not let the other navy officers just watch the two admirals and the people around her eat the same thing. Whenever she cooked other delicious food, Moko would carefully teach the ship's chefs how to make various dishes. The navy officers on the warship rarely got to eat all kinds of novel delicacies.

Under the lure of delicious food, the navy on the ship's admiration and love for Moko has been rising steadily over the past few days, to the point that Moko can attract a large number of admiring and respectful eyes from her little fans wherever she goes.

"This little lady is really popular!"

Borsalino rested his elbows on the edge of the boat, looking at Moko who was sitting under the parasol reading a book, his voice somewhat casual.

Moko turned a page of her book before looking up at Borsalino, teasing him with a charming smile, "Is General Borsalino jealous?"

Borsalino was taken aback by Moko's comment, never expecting her to answer like that. But the next second, Borsalino burst out laughing and slowly turned his head to look at the large island that was already vaguely taking shape in front of him.

"No, not at all~" Borsalino felt inexplicably annoyed that the young lady's attention had been diverted to more people. There weren't so many people trying to snatch the young lady at first. Borsalino didn't say the rest of his words, but a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Moko blinked in confusion. Seeing that Borsalino had no intention of continuing, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Didn't he know that leaving things unsaid was very intriguing?

"Miss, we're almost there!"

Borsalino's languid voice drew Moko's attention back. Following Borsalino's gaze, Moko looked ahead. Eorze Island was a large island with no mountains or forests around it, and its location and resources determined its exceptionally important strategic position.

The island shimmered under the sunlight, and it would have been even better if the noise around her had been gone. But the sounds of fighting in the center of the island were impossible for Moko to ignore, and the peaceful beauty vanished. The sea breeze lifted the strands of hair that fell across her face, and Moko looked at the island with a hint of pity in her eyes.

It might not have been very obvious when she was young, but as she grew older, Moko heard the voice of life more and more clearly. It was a voice of life that only Moko could hear. Now, the island of Eorze was filled with the cries of life, constantly telling Moko that this was not the playful fighting of the past, but a real war.

"What are you looking at, young lady?" Borsalino asked gently, noticing that Moko seemed a little lost in thought.

"...It's probably land that glows."

"??"

Borsalino didn't seem to understand, and Moko didn't continue to answer Borsalino's questions. She turned around, took the general's cloak draped over the back of the chair, and handed it to Borsalino. The war on the island was still ongoing, and the moment they landed, everyone had to rush to the battlefield. There was no time for them to rest.

"Wishing General Borsalino a triumphant return."

Hearing Moko's auspicious blessing, Borsalino's aura noticeably lightened, and his initial reluctance to work and plan to slack off largely vanished. Since the young lady trusted him so much, he absolutely had to make a triumphant return!

Borsalino looked down and saw Moko standing there obediently, her smile soft and cute. Moko always made people unconsciously soften their tone of voice, afraid that raising their voice would scare her. Borsalino bent down slightly and earnestly gave Moko some instructions.

"The island is dangerous, young lady. Please stay on the warship and wait for me to return."

In Borsalino's eyes, Moko was a perfect yet fragile porcelain doll. She was gentle and beautiful, meticulous in her work, and her cooking skills were unmatched. There was no need to elaborate on her other qualities. Perhaps the world does not allow perfect people to exist. According to Vice Admiral Garp and Moko's usual behavior, it was clear that Moko had absolutely no fighting ability.

Borsalino sometimes felt that even a strong gust of wind could blow Moko away, let alone the dangerous battlefields nowadays filled with pirates. Borsalino didn't want such a fragile and innocent young lady to go to such a bloody battlefield. What if he scared his young lady?

(A naval captain whose limbs were broken: Why didn't you say you were afraid of scaring Miss Moko when you broke my limbs? (?w?))

"Yes, I won't disembark. Admiral Borsalino, please be careful."

Moko smiled and nodded. She could accept Borsalino's concern, but whether she would abide by it depended on the situation. After all, even Shanks couldn't stop her from making a decision.

When Borsalino saw the well-behaved Moko, his heart suddenly stirred. In his eyes, Moko looked just like an adorable kitten begging for a pat on the head. Borsalino was so cute that he really wanted to pat her fluffy head. Borsalino was not one to treat himself badly, so he immediately reached out and touched Moko's head. The soft and smooth hair made Borsalino love it so much that he couldn't resist and messed up Moko's carefully styled hair.

Moko was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening and glared angrily at Borsalino. Did this man even know how difficult it was to manage a girl's hair?!

Seeing Moko's somewhat resentful look, Borsalino's eyes flashed with guilt. Before Moko could speak, he vanished in a flash of golden light. Moko watched Borsalino disappear in the blink of an eye, sighed helplessly, picked up the small mirror on the table, and started fixing her hair. Taking advantage of his height to bully her, huh? He'll be eating plain water and cabbage for the next few days.

"Miss Moko~"

Before Moko could even straighten her hair, she heard a pitiful voice. Turning around, she saw Kuzan, who had appeared out of nowhere. Kuzan knelt down in front of Moko, and Moko vaguely saw a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

"Is there anything General Kuzan needs my help with?"

"No, it's just that I also want Miss Moko's concern."

The two stared at each other blankly, blinking. Seeing Kuzan's expectant look, Moko tilted her head and chuckled. He really was just a child. Before Kuzan's eyes could look even more aggrieved, Moko reached out and gently patted Kuzan's head.

"General Kuzan, please take care and we wish you a triumphant return."

Kuzan's smile deepened, feeling satisfied with the concern he received. Looking at the stray hair on Moko's head that was still standing up and hadn't been properly combed, Kuzan couldn't help but ruffle it. The hair, which was already messy, now needed a complete makeover.

"General Kuzan!"

"Oh, wait for me to come back, Miss Moko!"

As Kuzan spoke, he flipped over and jumped off the deck, not even giving Moko a chance to get angry. Moko looked at her frizzy hair with frustration, her eyes filled with deep helplessness. What should she do if her bosses all acted like children? Please, it's urgent!

Corazon, who had been standing silently behind Moko, was completely charmed. Even with her hair all puffed up, Moko was so cute. He wanted to pat her head, but he was sure Moko would hate him for it. But it really looked so adorable (′?w?｀).

(Corazon gradually becoming obsessed~)

"Whoosh~"

At this moment, Mihua flew over holding a wooden comb. Moko took the comb and gently rubbed Mihua's head. Sure enough, her own child was the most obedient.

"Thank you, Mihua."

"Whoosh!"

Mihua shook her fluffy body, looking incredibly cute. Moke was instantly healed, and her slight annoyance at having her hair messed up completely disappeared.

The warship was moored at the very back of the naval base. The long distance and the strong defenses of the base meant that the battles at the front would not affect the warship at all. Even if there were pirates who wanted to launch a sneak attack, they would not be able to break through the strong defenses of the base to the rear. If there were a large number of pirates, the naval officers observing at the front would immediately report to the two admirals, making the idea of ​​breaking through in a short time unrealistic.

However, it's not impossible to break through. Either a powerful pirate force will push forward head-on, or a flying pirate will launch a surprise attack from the sea behind the warship. War is like playing chess. Whether you win by one move or lose the whole game, it's time to bring the undercurrents of the world order to the forefront.