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Chapter 112 I own everything on this island.
Chapter 112 I own everything on this island
"The admiral is playing around again," someone said with a laugh.
"That's normal. It's rare to find someone who can fight well, shouldn't we play a little longer?"
"That drought looked pretty severe, but it couldn't even compare to the admiral's one-handed attack."
"Nonsense, who is our admiral?"
Nami stood at the front of the crowd, arms crossed, her expression shifting from initial tension to a spectator's mood.
She looked at the mammoth struggling desperately but unable to break free, and muttered to herself.
"How pitiful."
On the docks, the battle continued, if you could even call it a battle.
Jack finally managed to free his front hooves from Norton's grasp, staggering back a few steps. He was panting heavily, and for the first time, fear appeared in his eyes as he looked at Norton.
But that fear was quickly replaced by anger.
"Mammoth Charge!!"
He roared, his four hooves pounding the ground, his massive body crashing into Norton like a runaway train! This was his strongest ramming technique, which had sunk countless warships before!
Just as Jack was about to crash into him, Norton raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and pressed forward.
Jack felt as if he had crashed into an invisible wall. The impact rebounded, making his internal organs tremble! His momentum came to an abrupt halt, and his massive body was abruptly brought to a stop on the spot!
"That won't work either."
Norton's voice came from ahead.
Jack looked up and saw Norton standing there, his right hand still in the forward-pressing position. The smile on his face was exactly the same as before.
"You—who exactly are you—"
Jack's voice trembled for the first time.
"Anything else?" Norton simply withdrew his hand and took two steps forward.
Jack gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint in his eyes, and roared again, his entire mammoth form erupting with a terrifying aura!
His eyes were bloodshot, and every muscle in his body was trembling! The surrounding air seemed to vibrate!
The gift-givers stared wide-eyed, waiting to see the power of this attack.
But then, Norton raised his hand and punched him in the head.
The aura that had just been gathered instantly dissipated!
Jack's massive body swayed, his eyes rolled upwards, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Smoke and dust filled the air.
When the smoke cleared, everyone saw that the mammoth, which was over ten meters tall, had transformed back into human form.
Jack lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, his eyes rolled back, and blood foam still coming out of his mouth.
He struggled to get up, but after only managing to prop himself up halfway, he collapsed back down.
"Anything else?" Norton walked up to him and looked down at him.
Jack opened his mouth as if to say something, but could only make a "hoarse" sound.
Norton crouched down and patted his face.
"Go back and tell Kaido—I've taken this island, and I've taken that Devil Fruit too."
He stood up, turned and walked towards the town.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and said something without turning his head.
"Oh, and remember to pay for those wooden planks that got damaged on the dock."
Jack lay on the ground, watching the receding figure, his eyes filled with fear.
Jinbe's fleet sailed at sea for three days.
On the evening of the third day, the lookout spotted the outline of Misra Island. It was a tiny black dot, no bigger than a fingernail on the map, but now it slowly magnified in the twilight. Jinbe ordered the fleet to slow down and circle the island once.
The port area was brightly lit, and the docks were filled with ships—merchant vessels, fishing boats, and a few flying pirate flags. Behind the town were rolling hills, and some manor-style buildings could be vaguely seen.
Those pirate ships looked familiar. They were Baron's ships.
Jinbe knows that one-eyed man.
Those who make a living at sea have all heard of "One-Eyed Baron," a gang leader who collects protection money on Misra Island. His bounty isn't high, but he's ruthless and vicious, specifically targeting small pirate crews that have just entered the New World and haven't yet established themselves.
Zoro beat him up once, and as a result, this guy sent three ships to chase Nami in the middle of the night, one of which Zoro sank.
This debt needs to be settled.
But Jinbe knew in his heart that Norton had sent him here not just to settle this score.
When the fleet docked, a large crowd gathered on the pier. More than five hundred fishermen came ashore at the same time, making quite a spectacle.
The workers loading and unloading cargo stopped what they were doing, the sailors standing on the ship's side peered out, and passing merchants also stopped to watch.
Jinbe ignored the stares and headed straight for the largest tavern in the port.
The tavern door was ajar.
Jinbe pushed open the door and entered, and the tavern instantly fell silent.
Baron stood behind the bar, his one eye fixed on Jinbe, his facial muscles twitching a few times.
Of course he recognized Jinbe—one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, captain of the Fishman Pirates, and someone who was known by everyone in the New World.
He just couldn't understand why such an important person would come to a small place like Misra Island.
He put down his glass, walked out from behind the bar, and forced a smile.
"Boss Jinbe, what brings you here?"
Jinbe didn't speak, he just looked at him.
Baron's expression changed several times. His smile crumbled.
"You've offended someone you shouldn't have," Jinbe finally spoke. "That green-haired swordsman. You sent three ships to chase after them."
Baron took a step back. The image of that green-haired monster, sinking a ship with a single blow, still made his legs go weak.
"That wasn't just my idea." His voice was a little hoarse. "It was Xiu En who made me do it."
Shuen. The island's mob boss, nicknamed "The Raider."
He had seven or eight ships under his command, specializing in robbing merchant ships and pirate crews without any powerful backers. He owned a manor on the north side of the island, and all the protection money Baron paid went into his pocket.
Jinbe asked Baron to lead the way.
The manor on the north side of the island is built on the hillside, constructed of white stone, and surrounded by high walls.
The moonlight was bright, illuminating the figures on the sentry posts clearly. Jinbe told the fishmen to wait at the bottom of the slope, and then walked up the mountain alone.
The men on the sentry post spotted him and opened fire.
Bullets kicked up dust as they struck the gravel road, but Jinbe didn't stop. The bullets were stopped by Armament Haki as they approached him, either grazing his body or bouncing away.
In the entire Norton Pirates, only Steel Hand's mastery of Haki surpasses Jinbe's.
He walked to the manor gate, raised his hand and pushed, and the heavy iron gate crashed down.
Dozens of people stood behind the door, weapons in their hands, but no one dared to stop him. Jinbe walked through the front yard, through the corridor, and all the way to the door of the largest room at the deepest part of the manor.
The door was locked from the inside. Jinbe punched it, and the heavy wooden door shattered with a crash.
Inside the room, a burly man sat in a large chair. He had a scar running from his left eye to his chin, and held a glass of wine in his hand.
Xiu En.
Having spent over a decade in the New World, he naturally recognized Jinbe.
But to his surprise, this legendary knight-errant would personally come to his door for the sake of a few small-time pirates who had just entered the New World.
"Jinpei." Shu put down his glass and slowly stood up. "How did you get involved with that group?"
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The doors on both sides of the room opened simultaneously, and dozens of people poured out, surrounding Jinbe.
Shu En was planning a strategy of overwhelming numbers. No matter how strong the Seven Warlords of the Sea are, they are still just one person.
With so many men at his disposal, he could overwhelm the enemy with sheer numbers.
Jinbe glanced at those people.
"Fishman Karate - Three Thousand Tiles Straight Fist!"
With a single punch, the air was torn apart.
Wherever the force of the punch passed, those people flew out like scarecrows, crashing into walls and the ground, the sound of bones shattering echoing everywhere.
Before Shuen could react, Jinbe was already standing in front of him. That hand was gripping his neck.
"How many people on this island have you harmed?"
Xiu En's face flushed red, then turned bluish-purple.
He struggled, desperately trying to pry Jinbe's fingers apart, but the five fingers wouldn't budge.
Jinbe didn't ask any more questions.
He had already figured it out when he came; keeping this kind of person around would only continue to harm the people on the island.
He had witnessed firsthand how the thugs of Fishman Street went from being the oppressed to becoming the oppressors, and he knew that nothing would change unless the root of the problem was severed.
He exerted force with his five fingers.
Click.
Xiu En's body went limp.
Jinbe released his grip, turned, and walked out of the room.
Outside the door, the people who had been surrounding the area had all disappeared.
Down the hillside, Baron was pinned to the ground by two men, his face deathly pale. Seeing Jinbe descend, his body began to tremble.
"Boss Jinbe! You promised to spare my life!"
"I did say that," Jinbe walked up to him, "but that was before I asked you to lead the way."
Baron's expression froze.
"The men on those three ships were sent by you. They almost killed my men," Jinbe said.
Baron opened his mouth, as if to say something.
But Jinbe didn't give him a chance.
He thought of his brothers on those ships, and of Zoro's expressionless face when he returned and told him about it.
These people followed Norton and his Jinbe not to die.
He punched Baron in the chest.
Baron's eyes widened suddenly, and large mouthfuls of bloody foam gushed from his mouth.
He looked down at his chest—it had caved in.
Gunfire echoed all night on Misla Island that night.
Xiu En's three strongholds were destroyed one by one. Some of those who followed Xiu En in committing evil deeds were beaten to death on the spot, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and some escaped in the chaos.
Jinbe didn't chase after those who escaped. Instead, he led the fishmen to search through all the things hidden in the base: boxes of Berries, bundles of bills, and a pile of land deeds and IOUs.
Those IOUs were covered with blood-red handprints.
The owners of those handprints were ordinary people on the island who couldn't afford protection money.
As dawn broke, everything finally quieted down.
Jinbe stood at the port, looking at the pile of things that had been taken from the base.
The pile of baileys was like a small mountain, and the land deeds and IOUs were a thick stack.
He had the fishermen summon all the townspeople on the island.
By the time the sun rose above the sea, the port was already packed with people.
The townspeople stood in the morning light, their faces filled with fear and unease.
They didn't know what had happened last night, only that gunshots rang out all night, and that the fishmen had summoned them all here after dawn.
"Shuen is dead."
Jinbe said, "Baron is dead too. Some of those who followed them in doing evil have died, and some have run away."
A commotion arose in the crowd.
Some people started to sob quietly, some hugged the people next to them tightly, and some stood there motionless, as if they were in a daze.
Jinbe raised his hand, and the black flag unfurled behind him.
The silver skull, scepter, and king's chess piece, intertwined in a cross, fluttered in the sea breeze.
"From today onwards, this island is under the jurisdiction of the Norton Pirates."
Another commotion arose from the crowd. The fear had returned—what good could come of a pirate controlling an island? Wasn't Shuen a pirate?
Jinbe didn't say anything, but simply picked up the stack of IOUs and tore them up with both hands.
The fragments drifted from his hand, landing on the dock and scattered everywhere by the sea breeze.
"You don't need to pay back the money you owe."
He then pointed to the pile of pele.
"This money was stolen from the island. Each household will come and collect their share in a little while."
The crowd fell completely silent. After a long while, the woman holding the child slowly emerged. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her voice trembled.
"You guys...you really aren't going to rob us?"
"The Norton Pirates don't rob the poor."
The woman stood there, and tears suddenly streamed down her face.
The sun had fully risen. Sunlight fell on the harbor, on the pile of pewter, on the tattered IOUs, and on the tear-streaked faces.
Jinbe turned and walked towards his ship. After a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
"If anything happens on the island in the future, come find us."
He stepped onto the boat using the gangplank.
Behind them, a crowd gradually gathered. Some began to whisper among the fish-men, asking who the Norton Pirates were.
Some people crouched down to pick up the tattered IOUs, then threw them away again, as if to confirm that the debts were truly gone. Most others simply stood there, looking at the flag.
An old fisherman mustered his courage and shouted something towards the boat.
"What will this place become in the future?"
Jinbe stood at the bow of the ship and glanced back at him.
He thought of Norton. He thought of what that man had done, of the current state of Fishman Island, and of the renewed light in the eyes of those freed slaves.
"Well," he said, "it'll probably be better than before."
In Nestadt, the banquet had been going on for two hours.
The pirates gathered in small groups around the campfire, drinking from large bowls and eating large chunks of meat. Some were playing drinking games, some were boasting about how many monsters they had slain during the day, and some, drunk, were singing to their companions.
The singing was terribly off-key, but no one complained. On this island teeming with monsters, being able to live, sit together, drink, and sing was something to celebrate in itself.
Norton sat around the largest campfire, with Steelhand to his left and Nami and Furyn squeezed to his right, several plates of roasted meat and fruit in front of them.
Chopper was lying next to Funing's legs, already drunk. His blue nose was twitching, and he was muttering something like "we don't have enough medicine."
"That Jack guy," Steelhand put down his flask, "do you think that mythical beast he mentioned is real or fake?"
Norton threw the bone he had finished gnawing into the fire; sparks flew up and fell back down.
"I don't know if it's true or not," he said, "but he came all the way here, so it must not be baseless."
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Nami looked up.
"So you're planning to go look for it?"
"try to find.
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Norton patted the oil off his hands.
"We were going to go in anyway. Aren't the officials always clearing things out? We'll just see where they end up, we might just run into them."
Steel Hand nodded and said nothing more.