PapaSukuna: Hey readers. First of all, thanks for the huge support to this story. It is really heartwarming to see you people giving your precious time to read my story. Now secondly, am I doing something wrong? I mean, every day when I check the views for the story, it had massively declined from before and more importantly, I am not getting more views. I mean, there are other stories who were getting more views even with less chapters. So, I ask you all to tell me... what should I do? If there are some mistakes in my writing, then please do tell me. If you think that the story feels like A.I, then tell me about it too. I am really frustrated right now. I am really doing my best for this story yet getting so less views, it is truly saddening to see. So, please. If you guys can help me with it then please suggest in the comments, I am really in need of some serious help.
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After a full day of rest at Jaya, the Whitebeard Pirates were once again ready to set sail. With Whitebeard himself now counted among Robert's new friends, Robert used his molecular manipulation abilities to conjure up fresh supplies and provisions for them. Watching Robert create items from thin air as though it were child's play, the Whitebeard Pirates simply accepted the fact that he was built different.
"So, this is it," Whitebeard remarked, surveying the prepared ships. Roger stood beside him, glancing over at his own crew, who were equally ready to embark on their journey to Sky Island.
"Say, Newgate—why don't you come along with us?" Roger asked, turning toward his rival with a grin. "Join us on this little trip to the sky."
Whitebeard hummed in thought, then turned to his crew, catching their eager, expectant expressions.
"Well… it's not every day you see an island floating in the sky. So yeah—why not."
With that, the Whitebeard Pirates burst into cheers. Whitebeard chuckled at their enthusiasm.
"Brats. Always eager for adventure."
He turned back to Roger.
"By the way, how exactly are we supposed to reach this Sky Island?"
"Bobby told us there's this Knock Up Stream—it shoots seawater straight into the sky," Roger replied, grinning like a child.
Whitebeard raised a brow, unimpressed.
"So… a one-way trip to heaven, huh?"
"Wahahaha! You could say that."
Robert, who had been quietly listening in, finally stepped forward.
"If you want, I can fly us all to Sky Island instead."
Both Whitebeard and Roger turned toward him.
"But what about the Knock Up Stream!?" Roger protested with the air of a pouting kid.
"Well," Robert replied calmly, "judging by the pressure building beneath the sea, it'll take three days, six hours, twelve minutes, and forty-two seconds before the Knock Up Stream launches. So, I suggest I fly us up. It's a much safer option."
Roger grumbled under his breath while Whitebeard grinned in amusement.
"Well then, Robert—"
"Oh, you can call me Bob," Robert interjected casually.
Whitebeard nodded without missing a beat.
"—Bob, take us safely to Sky Island."
Robert returned the nod and glanced at Roger, one brow raised.
"You coming or not?"
Roger let out a dramatic sigh.
"Fine. But next time, we're using the Knock Up Stream."
"Sure."
Once everyone was ready, Robert stepped forward, enveloping both the Moby Dick and Oro Jackson in a warm golden glow. Slowly, the two great ships began to lift into the air. Crew members from both sides stared in awe as the vessels ascended, drifting upward through the clouds like mythic birds. Everyone was securely anchored to their ships—Robert had seen to that—and within a minute, they had passed the cloud barrier and continued their climb.
Moments later, both ships emerged into the White-White Sea—a sea of clouds unlike anything most of them had ever seen. Robert gently lowered the vessels onto the soft, buoyant surface.
The scenery was breathtaking. Endless stretches of white cloud spread in all directions, glistening under a crystalline sun.
"This is amazing…" Marco murmured from his perch on Whitebeard's right shoulder.
Whitebeard nodded, his voice quieter than usual.
"I've never seen anything this... clear."
"Oi, Newgate!" Roger called out, pointing ahead.
Whitebeard followed his gaze and narrowed his eyes. A massive red gate stood in the distance, looming like a passage to another world.
"Sail forward," he commanded.
Both ships moved together, approaching the enormous structure. At the top of the gate were the words:
'HEAVEN'S GATE'
A small toll booth stood nearby. Inside sat a young woman, her eyes lighting up as the two pirate ships approached.
"Ah… visitors! You must be from the Blue Sea, right?" she greeted cheerfully.
Her question drew a few confused looks from the crews, but Robert stepped forward with a small smile.
"'Blue Sea' means the sea below the clouds," he explained. Understanding dawned on the faces around him.
He approached the booth.
"Hello there. I'm Robert, and these are—" he gestured to both the Whitebeard and Roger Pirates, "—my friends. I hope we're not intruding."
"Oh no, no! Absolutely not," the woman said quickly, waving her hands. "I'm Tina, and I work here at the toll booth. I record all new visitors."
Robert nodded politely.
"Well, Miss Tina, how can we help with the record?"
Tina blushed slightly at his charming smile.
"I… I… w-well, you could just give me your names. That's all."
Robert looked at her ledger, then snapped his fingers. Instantly, a perfect replica appeared in his hand—only this one was already filled with the names and portraits of every crew member, neatly sorted by ship.
"Here." He handed her the new record book.
Tina accepted it with wide eyes. As she opened it, her jaw dropped.
"This is… amazing!" she gasped, eyes sparkling. "How did you do that?"
Robert blinked and put a finger to his lips.
"That's a secret."
Tina blushed again but quickly regained her composure. She slipped the new book under her desk and smiled brightly.
"Well then, Mister Robert, I welcome you and your friends to Skypiea." She handed him a manual. "This is an official guide and map. There are a few rules written inside, so I recommend following them. Other than that—" she pointed down the cloud path, "—just follow the White-White Sea and you'll reach Angel Island. There'll be guards at the beach, but don't worry—it's just a routine check. Welcome to Skypiea. Enjoy your stay."
"Thank you, Miss Tina," Robert said with a slight bow, then returned to the others.
As he approached, both crews stared at him strangely.
Robert blinked.
"What?"
Gaban lunged at him out of nowhere, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him furiously.
"Bob, how did you do that!? Teach me! Teach me your ways!"
The entire crowd erupted into laughter as Gaban cried manly tears, overwhelmed with awe.
And so, the Moby Dick and Oro Jackson continued their journey across the White-White Sea. After about fifteen minutes of sailing through the cloud ocean, a new sight came into view.
There it was—Angel Island, floating in the distance like a dream made real.
"Look at that…" Roger said with a grin.
"An island in the sky."