"Um, excuse me..."
After Hody Jones saw Katakuri leave, no one paid him any more attention.
"What is it?" Smoothie said impatiently, "Didn't I already say you're free?"
Many races were forcibly kept in Totto Land by their mother, and now that they were free, counting them was very troublesome.
Smoothie was eager for them to leave Totto Land; otherwise, managing them was too much trouble.
Happiness came too suddenly, and Hody Jones couldn't accept it immediately.
Moreover, how was he supposed to get back? Did he have to swim all the way back to Fish-Man Island?
Although he was the brother of the "Sea King," the Sea Kings would not give him face; they would still eat him if they wanted to.
"I can't go home," Hody Jones said honestly.
"Do you have no home, or were you kicked out because you eat too much?" Smoothie misunderstood, looking at his size, "If you want to stay here, you need a job. We don't support idle people here!"
"Job?" Hody Jones felt the word was very unfamiliar; he had never encountered it since birth.
"You've never worked before?" Smoothie, who had only just experienced work a few days ago, said exaggeratedly, "How did you grow so big?"
As the Prince of Fish-Man Island, of course, he was raised being served... "I have strength..." Hody Jones felt he was quite capable in a fight.
He was met with a burst of laughter.
"I'm dying of laughter. Do you have some misunderstanding about strength?" Smoothie lifted Hody Jones, "What can you do, Water Splash?"
Hody Jones dared not speak out in anger. This person was one of the Three Sweet Commanders of the Big Mom Pirates; he was definitely not a match for her.
He cast his gaze toward Cracker.
At this moment, Cracker was surrounding himself with biscuits, transforming into the appearance of a Biscuit Warrior.
"Why are you looking at me?" Cracker asked, "Is something the matter?"
"Nothing..." Hody Jones quickly lowered his head. He recognized Cracker's appearance—another one of the Three Sweet Commanders... "Being strong is useless," Smoothie put Hody Jones down, "Cracker, give him some biscuits, enough for one day's worth is fine."
"If you have hands and feet, you won't starve even if you find any job in Cake Island! If all else fails, go down to the sea and fish."
"We Fishmen do not eat fish; they are our companions. We only eat some underwater fruits and algae," Hody Jones explained weakly.
"That's because you haven't experienced hunger before." Cracker casually made him a shark-shaped biscuit and left with Smoothie. Hody Jones overheard them discussing on the way.
"Do I need a job too?"
"Of course. If you want to lie flat, that's fine too. Just open a biscuit shop; you won't starve anyway. But will you be content with living like that your whole life?"
"Of course I'm not content..."
"Then take over my job. I need to go out and wipe out some pirates. If I wait a few more days, they'll probably all be killed."
Seeing them leave, Hody Jones took a bite of the biscuit and found the taste quite good.
It seemed there was no danger here, so he might as well stay for a while. He just didn't know how to contact Fish-Man Island.
Hody Jones cautiously walked deeper into Cake Island, which was rumored on Fish-Man Island to be a terrifying place.
When Charlotte Linlin ruled here, it was said that some Fishmen were even taken by her to 'borrow genes' and returned as dried fish.
Hody Jones did not see the scene of food strewn everywhere from the rumors; instead, black buildings rose from the ground like a magnificent city.
The city inside was quite lively. Hody Jones saw all sorts of races.
Most of them, like him, seemed rather lost, not knowing what to do, wandering in the city.
Hody Jones tried to look for work in some shops, but the first question they asked stumped him.
"What can you do?"
"Uh... Fight."
"We have no shortage of fighters here."
"Then does dancing count?"
"Do you think anyone would watch a Mola Mola dance?"
"I'm a Sunfish, not a Mola Mola," [Note: 'Sunfish' can mean Mola Mola or Sunfish, but context suggests a self-correction/clarification on species].
"To us, it's about the same."
Hody Jones felt dejected after repeatedly hitting a wall—as the Third Prince of Fish-Man Island, he couldn't even find a job.
It wasn't until he sensed the aura of his own kind—a Fishman... not a mixed-blood Fishman like Katakuri, but a pure-blood one.
Great! As long as he revealed his identity as the Third Prince of Fish-Man Island, he would surely receive help.
That Fishman was extremely burly. Hody Jones stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "Hey, kinsman, are you looking for work too? I'm the Third..."
"Hmm?" Jack turned around and looked at the Fishman who greeted him, "Do we know each other?"
"Jie... Jie..." Hody Jones had seen the wanted poster and recognized this Fishman as Jack, the Drought of the Beasts Pirates. "No, I mistook you for someone else."
What kind of place is this? It's terrifying!
"Then why did you look for me? What did you say you were from Fish-Man Island?" Jack asked.
"The Third... Third Idiot!" Hody Jones quickly put on a silly grin, "I'm quite famous on Fish-Man Island."
"Indeed, there aren't many Fishmen this ugly," Jack nodded.
Fishmen are generally handsome; this guy must have suffered a lot of discrimination for looking like this.
"Then I'll take my leave," Hody Jones said, wanting to get further away from this fierce person.
"Wait a minute!" Jack suddenly stopped Hody Jones, "Your home is on Fish-Man Island, right? Do you want to go home?"
"Of course I do, but..."
"If you want to go home, that's fine." Jack slung Hody Jones over his shoulder, "I'll help you!"
"Brother Jie, no!"
Hody Jones had never seen someone help like this.
As a result, Jack carried him and found Smoothie, who had just left, saying, "I need to send my brother home; approve a ship for me!"
"Didn't Captain Buggy forbid you from sailing?" Smoothie got a headache. "Besides, where did you get a brother from?"
"It's him," Jack put Hody Jones down.
"Isn't this the blockhead from earlier? Fishmen and Fishmen are two different species, right? When did he become your brother?"
Smoothie still remembered Hody Jones.
"Fishmen and Fishmen can intermarry. Didn't you notice our temperament is quite similar?" Jack said.
"Now that you mention it, they do look a bit alike." Smoothie noticed that both of them looked somewhat simple-minded.
"He is an idiot, and his family must be very worried after being away from Fish-Man Island for so long," Jack said. "I need a ship to send him back."
"Fine, but don't cause any trouble."
Since their statuses were roughly equal, Smoothie couldn't really object. It was just sending a Fishman home; nothing major should happen.
"We only have a small boat right now, and the crew is nervous..."
"We don't need a crew. Fishmen can command large Sea Kings to help tow the boat," Jack said.
"Can an idiot do it too?" Smoothie looked at Hody Jones.
"I can do it." With the hope of going home, Hody Jones was full of motivation. "I can summon a whale to tow the boat."
With Jack around, he was no longer afraid of those large Sea King creatures.
Jack successfully obtained the ship permit from Smoothie and headed toward the port with Hody Jones.
"By the way, how will he return?" Smoothie suddenly remembered something.
Never mind, it wasn't important. He should have a way... "Set sail in that direction!"
On the small boat, Jack pointed in one direction.
"But that's not the direction of Fish-Man Island..." Hody Jones said.
"Of course I know that. First, I need to find a few Pirate Crews to vent my frustration. My twin blades are getting thirsty..."
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