Luffy tapped his head with his finger, pretending to think, "It's obviously possible, it's really good to maneuver..."
"I think it's pretty good too," Zoro agreed, "It's only occasionally busy, and since we got the Sunny, it's not busy at all."
"That's because you're always taking naps!"
Nami angrily slapped him on the head, "You actually have the nerve to say such things, it's less busy because Franky can handle the ship alone!"
Their Sunny is still a schooner, not very large, just enough to carry a few of them. Someone who knows ships could manage it alone.
"We should thank Franky for that. Who else has a boatman who can operate a ship alone?"
"I can do it too!"
Renedia put her hands on her hips and raised her head, "Handling things alone is something I do often, and our ship is much larger than yours. When we docked and looked at your ship earlier, its structure could accommodate at most thirty people. The Death Star can carry over fifteen hundred!"
This is a victory for the boatman!
"Oh! Compared to a boatman, I won't lose, I'm the super Franky!"
Franky struck a pose, shouting, "Building a ship isn't just about size; it's about creating the most suitable ship!"
"I will master your technology sooner or later!" Renedia retorted defiantly.
"Hahaha, a kid is just a kid, you haven't even seen it yourself, and you're already thinking you lost? My shipbuilding skills are excellent, think about what to learn..."
Franky was about to laugh out loud, then suddenly froze, staring closely at the defiant little girl with pink hair, "You..."
"Pluton."
Renedia grinned, showing her small fangs, "I'm watching!"
Someone who has kept the Pluton blueprints for years and often looks at them—it's impossible to say they wouldn't know anything.
Renedia had been studying for just half a month and already discovered some related technologies, modifying her Mechanical Hammer and Sage's Flintlock Guns, let alone Franky.
Sage had mentioned that he had stolen those blueprints from this person.
But the difficulty was high; without certain materials, some technologies were impossible to achieve—not something a group of pirates could easily accomplish.
"Why show it to her? Do you know what that means, Sage!" Franky glared at Sage, who was sitting there.
He wasn't angry because Pluton was being copied; quite the contrary, he was pleased when he learned this little girl was a boatman.
Someone who knows how to build ships at such a young age is definitely passionate about shipbuilding technology.
But Pluton is different!
Once she learns that technology, it means she's caught the attention of the World Government!
Sage chuckled, "What does it mean? It means we're pirates, right?"
Franky hurriedly said, "You're an O'hara Survivor, your partner knows Pluton's technology, which means you've opened the door to Ancient Weapons, which means..."
"It means just like you guys."
A cold voice echoed nearby.
Suddenly, Lily appeared, dragging Dorong by the collar. She first tossed him onto the ground, then inserted a sword into the scabbard held by the nearby female pirate, and walked behind Sage, glancing at everyone.
"Renedia just started learning, Sage..."
Lily thought for a moment and said, "In any case, we don't care."
Robin is a genuine scholar, Franky genuinely knows Pluton.
In comparison, Renedia just started learning, Sage...
He's truly illiterate.
A half-baked Ancient Weapon combo is no match for a complete Ancient Weapon team.
If someone needs to be found, start with them first.
"Exactly."
Sage let out a sinister laugh, "You're not afraid, why should I be? Do you know who I am?"
He certainly knew that if she learned, they'd be targeted by the World Government.
But what does that matter, Renedia isn't resistant to it; she's interested in the technology. As a captain, it's right to satisfy his crew's requests.
As for being targeted...
Having escaped Impel Down, does he still care about this?
Only then Lily looked at the trembling Dorong on the ground, "I've brought him; it seems he had some unpleasant thoughts. When I arrived, he seemed ready to order guards to destroy our ship, an attempt to trap us here."
"Oh? Should I say brave or foolish?"
Sage smiled at Dorong, "I told you to consult your boss, but you've acted as if you were the boss."
Destroy his ship?
Gin is diligently guarding below; even if they try, it won't succeed.
"Connected, it's already connected."
"No, it wasn't me."
Dorong was frightened by Sage's gaze, cold sweat pouring, mixing with the blood on his face and dripping down.
The blood was from the guards being attacked by that woman and splattering on his face.
He pulled out the Radio Snail from his coat, maintaining the connection, "It, it's..."
"It was me who ordered it."
The Radio Snail projected a figure with spectacles and a cigar, speaking in a deep voice.
"Norton Sage... I know you, you've worked with Umit and Jibson, but that's no reason to seize my territory. My territory is mine alone, so I'll teach you a lesson, make you understand that you're just a pirate."
"Heh heh heh..."
Sage smirked, his forehead's veins visibly throbbing, "Since I became a pirate, no one's dared talk to me like this."