A boy, both unlucky and fortunate, finds himself transported to a world teeming with powerful figures. He seeks neither dominance nor conquest—only a carefree existence, wandering freely through this
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“Captain, Captain, look! There’s a boat in the water with a child on it!” A red-haired boy wearing a yellow straw hat shouted as he ran toward his captain.
“What is it, Shanks? Where?” The man he addressed was a swarthy middle-aged giant, two tufts of mustache curling beneath his nose. He exuded an air of authority, though he looked a little weary.
“Captain, over there.” The red-haired boy—Shanks—pointed toward the nearby water.
The crew aboard the pirate ship, the Golden Jason, all turned to look. Not far away, there was a battered little boat, and lying on it was a child who looked to be only five or six years old.
“Rayleigh, go bring that child aboard. Who’d have thought, almost home and still rescuing a kid,” Gol D. Roger laughed heartily.
At that moment, a burly dark-skinned man at Rayleigh’s side vanished in a flash, and almost instantly appeared on the little boat carrying the child. Rayleigh, known as the Dark King, studied the boy—a shock of purple hair, ragged clothes hanging off his small frame, giving him a pitiful appearance. Lifting the child in his arms, Rayleigh returned to the ship with a light leap.
“Old Man Flora, hurry over and check on the child,” Rayleigh called out.
The curious crew crowded around as an elderly man, whose head appeared to be bedecked with flowers, rushed over.
Shanks and a boy with a clownish face joined the crowd.
The child was strikingly cute, with unruly purple hair and tattered clothes that, despite their state, still showed traces of former luxury.
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