One Piece: I wield thunder and lightning

Chapter 18: The Oro Jackson

Almost at the moment when these werewolves disappeared, one of the three mysterious figures on the ship suddenly looked towards Taji Island, obviously in disbelief.

The next day, Nicholas and his crew began to sail back.

As for the ravaged Taji Island, it had nothing to do with them. After all, indirectly saving their lives was already a big deal.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, as the pirates on the lookout observed through their telescopes, they suddenly spotted a black dot in the distance.

"There's a ship appearing at three o'clock! They've also spotted us and are heading towards us!"

Nicholas, who was watching Vista exercise on the deck, swiftly moved.

When he appeared again, he was already on the lookout tower.

At this moment, the pirates on the lookout finally saw clearly the flag on the sails and the distinctive figurehead of the ship approaching from the stern. Especially when they saw the person standing on the bow, their pupils contracted.

Then, a cry of surprise rang out suddenly.

"That flag! It's—"

"The Oro Jackson!!"

Upon hearing this distinctive ship name, Nicholas took the telescope from the pirate next to him, and the once distant black dot suddenly became closer.

On the undulating waves, a pirate ship with red sails was sailing swiftly towards Nicholas' location.

A red skull flag rushed into their sight, with two curly mustaches clearly indicating the identity of the ship.

The Oro Jackson!

Nicholas' expression turned grave as he looked at the ship.

Through the telescope, the first thing that caught his eye was a man sitting cross-legged at the bow, wearing a red captain's coat and a yellow spotted headband. He had a mustache, and it seemed like he noticed Nicholas' gaze, grinning widely.

"Roger!"

Nicholas felt a shock, then took a deep breath.

"Do you want my treasure? If you want it, you can have it all! Go find it! I've put everything I own in that place!!"

This last sentence, uttered before his death, drove the world into madness and prompted countless people to venture into the sea, heralding the era of pirates.

Looking back, a man with short golden hair, standing straight with a smile on his face, came into view.

The Dark King! Silvers Rayleigh!

Scopper Gaban!

...

"Everyone, be on high alert! Hoist the sails, change course, and retreat at full speed!"

Eight large letters resounded throughout the ship, stunning everyone.

Immediately, the pirates on the ship began to bustle about.

As for tangling with Roger, if it were just Nicholas alone, he wouldn't mind engaging in a battle with the Pirate King himself. After all, even the Rocks Pirates couldn't stop him if he wanted to leave. But now, he wasn't alone; he had his comrades.

And this wasn't a story with over a thousand episodes, where deaths could be counted on two hands; this was the real world.

He didn't believe that the other side would show mercy in a fight.

Standing at the bow, Nicholas' eyes were sharp as he stared at the growing black dot behind them.

Pirate King Roger!

The Oro Jackson was sailing very fast, seemingly not intending to let them go.

After all, in the New World, they had been chased by the Rocks Pirates more than once. Now that they had the chance to vent their frustrations on a pirate crew under Rocks, why would they let it go so easily?

"Oh? Interesting, that pirate ship is accelerating. It seems they intend to flee without a fight."

Rayleigh chuckled, his eyes showing curiosity.

"The captain of the Seventh Division, Nicholas, is indeed an interesting person," Gaban said, taking a swig from his bottle. It could be said that encountering the main force pirate crew under Rocks, both sides were basically in for a fight, so it was the first time they had seen someone run without fighting.

"Rayleigh, they're about to attack. Get everyone ready!"

Rayleigh, noticing the approaching threat, immediately prepared his crew for battle.

Sitting cross-legged at the bow of the ship, Roger suddenly dropped his smile, his expression subtly changing. He stared intently at the faint blue glow emanating from the stern of the approaching pirate ship, a sensation of unease gripping him.