C293 The Daily Routine Deviated

Bathed in the hazy moonlight, a seemingly unremarkable caique was moored alongside a battered, half-derelict pirate ship in a certain stretch of the Grand Line.

At that moment, several pirates clung to the railing of their ship, eyes fixed on the caique.

"Do you think the boss pulled it off? It's dead silent over there."

"Idiot, is that even a question? Of course