Meanwhile, at the other end of the beach, Reith, using the bloody fog, had constructed a simple open-air field kitchen. A lookout cook was on hand.
Previously, Reith himself was always on hand, but Roger's pirates, it seemed, didn't know any other way of cooking besides roasting meat on a spit.
Reith couldn't bear it. Producing the delicacies of the Great Dragon's cuisine, he immediately secured the position of head chef with a few skillful moves.
The scarlet, bloody mist obediently swirled in his hands, allowing him to even precisely control the heat.
"Mr. Reith, are you sure this red mist isn't poisonous?" one of the newly arrived patrol cooks asked cautiously.
"He heard that Mr. Reith's fog can dissolve people. Is it really safe?"
Reith waved his hand with a smile:
- Don't worry, it only looks red, there is no poison in it.
With these words, he made a slight movement of his fingers, and a bloody mist, enveloping a pinch of spices, evenly sprinkled them over the frying meat. The aroma instantly spread throughout the area.
"Wow!" the sentries exclaimed in unison.
Sunbell and several lookouts emerged from the sea, holding several large, still fluttering fish in their hands.
Not a bad catch today!
The fish-man easily jumped onto the shore and skillfully began to cut up the seafood.
"Want to try some fish-man sashimi?" Sunbell grinned, revealing sharp teeth. "Freshness guaranteed."
The sentries approached closer with the most natural look.
We have already appreciated Mr. Sanbell's skill in cutting.
It's true that when I come home and want to eat sashimi, I can't find anything as delicious as Sunbell's anywhere.
"It's a great honor for me. Don't worry, we caught a lot of fish today, I'll make sushi for everyone later."
- Hooray!
Elio sat to the side, his fingers lightly strumming the strings, and a smooth melody flowed across the beach. Several young guards nodded unconsciously in time, and some even quietly hummed along.
"Hey, you're the lookouts!" Rotto reminded, blushing. The pirate meat he'd just eaten was a little embarrassing.
"What difference does it make?" Gaban clapped him on the shoulder with a loud laugh. "Music isn't divided into righteous and evil!"
At the other end of the beach, several lookouts surrounded Brumarin, curiously examining her strange equipment.
"What's this?" asked one of the soldiers, pointing to the device on her belt.
"Oh, this," Brumarin explained with a smile, "is my homemade climate controller. It allows me to control the wind direction within a small radius."
"Amazing!" the sentries exclaimed.
Reith, looking at this absurd but harmonious scene, involuntarily shook his head and grinned:
If the World Government saw this, they would probably go mad with rage.
Rayleigh approached him at an unknown time, holding a cup of sake in his hand:
"Garp's crew has always been like this. They persecute us not out of hatred, but simply because that's their position."
As soon as he said this, a deafening roar was heard from afar - the echoes of the battle between Roger and Garp brought down another cliff.
Everyone raised their heads, looked at each other, and, as if by agreement, continued to go about their business.
Reith shook his head with a smile and turned to continue working on the groceries.
" Reith…" a timid voice rang out.
Reith lowered his head and saw a Marine cabin boy standing before him, about seven years old. Although, he probably couldn't be called a Marine, as the Marines had age restrictions. Perhaps he was some talented young man Garp had spotted somewhere. "Garp, he turned the pursuit of Roger into a practical training session for the Marines."
The little sentry looked hopefully at the meat in his hands.
"Do you want to?" Reith raised an eyebrow in surprise.
The boy nodded vigorously.
Reith grinned and, catching a perfectly roasted piece of meat in a bloody mist, handed it to him:
- Be careful, it's hot.
"Thank you!" The little sentry took the meat and, taking an impatient bite, closed his eyes with pleasure.
Rayleigh, looking at this scene, said quietly:
" Sometimes I think of what this world would be like if there were no confrontation of positions."
Reith looked at Roger and Garp, who were still fighting furiously in the distance, then at this amazing picture of peace and harmony in front of him and quietly replied:
- Probably the same as now.
Six days later.
The sea surface turned golden. The food on the braziers changed one after another, the sake kegs emptied one after another.
As the last rays of sun disappeared behind the horizon, the sounds of battle in the distance finally died down.
Roger and Garp, both bruised and scraped, walked back, arms wrapped around each other's shoulders. They were pretty battered, but their faces were lit with satisfied smiles.
"I'm starving!" Roger shouted, rushing to the brazier.
Garp snatched a freshly roasted whole leg of lamb from the Marine cook :
- This is mine!
After the feast was over.
Garp stood on the gangway of his warship.
He turned around and, glaring at Roger, who was gnawing on fish bones, muttered through his teeth:
- Next time... I'll definitely throw you in Impel Down!
Roger, with his mouth full, laughed inaudibly:
- Ku-ha-ha-ha! You've said that many times already!
Garp hissed, turned to leave, but suddenly stopped, put his hand in his bosom – and his face changed dramatically.
— ROGER!!! — He turned around abruptly and roared.
— Where are my senbei?
Roger blinked and spread his hands with the most innocent look:
— What senbei? I don't know anything! You probably left them on the ship, ha-ha-ha-ha!
But the suspiciously swollen bundle in his bosom gave him away completely.
The veins on Garp's forehead bulged, his fists clenched until they cracked, but in the end he just chuckled heavily and, turning around, jumped onto the warship.
"Let's sail!" he ordered angrily.
The Marines bustled about, raised the anchor, and the ship slowly set sail.
Reith stood at the side of the ship, watching the ship move away, and suddenly noticed that the lookouts on the deck were furtively waving their hands at them.
That same young cabin boy of the Marines even blushed and shouted:
— Mister Rate! Next time… next time I'll treat you to Dozor's signature barbecue sauce!
Reith smiled involuntarily and also waved his hand, but did not answer.
Rayleigh stood next to him, watching the ship recede, and said quietly:
"Garp's soldiers, they're all just like him. Whatever you say, that's Garp, ha-ha-ha-ha."
Sunbell was counting today's "trophies" - several sets of patrol uniforms (for rags) and a box of spices (snatched in passing).
Elio, playing the strings, hummed a song he had composed as he went:
— The Marines and the pirate are frying fish, tomorrow there will be a lot of fun in the newspapers
Reith wasn't worried because he'd already killed all the messenger seagulls near the island. That's why the World Government hadn't suspected anything for so many years.
After all, the fight was real, and the wounds were too.
Roger came up to him with a cheerful grin and pulled out half a pack of senbei from his bosom:
"Come on, there's enough for everyone! What a tightwad that Garp is, making such a fuss over half a pack of senbei."
Reith looked at the cheerful group. "This is how it should be. Damned world, damned Tenryubito."
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