After Gojo left Water 7, he traveled in the direction his Log Pose was pointing, guided as well by the map Iceberg had given him.
The routes ahead would be easy for him to navigate, but there was one odd thing—something Gojo noticed right at the very start of his journey. The Log Pose had initially pointed toward a direction he considered to be the Sabaody Archipelago.
But as his ship steadily cut through the waves in that direction, he began to notice something strange. The needle of the Log Pose wasn't just pointing forward anymore—it was pointing downward. At first, it was subtle… barely noticeable. Yet day by day, as he moved farther away from Water 7 and closer to Sabaody, the tilt grew more obvious, more deliberate, as if pulled by something deep beneath the sea.
The wind brushed against his face as he stared at it, eyes narrowing.
Immediately, Gojo's mind raced, thoughts clicking into place. I've seen this before…
"I have seen such a phenomenon when I was around the Sky Island," he muttered to himself. "The Log Pose started pointing toward the sky because the islands were present above."
A brief pause followed as the ship creaked softly beneath his feet, the ocean stretching endlessly around him.
"If now the Log Pose is pointing downwards—toward under the sea…" he continued, his voice growing firmer with realization, "that means there is a group of islands… or an island beneath the water."
His eyes sharpened behind sunglasses, a faint grin forming.
"And it can only mean one place… that is the Fish-Man Island."
After arriving at this realization, Gojo clapped his hands once, the sound crisp against the open sea. Then, as if another thought struck him just as suddenly, he let out a small exhale.
"Oh… how can I forget? Sabaody Archipelago is not an island—it's just a group of trees. So it would never emit the magnetic waves for the Log Pose."
The Log Pose continued its quiet, unwavering tilt downward, as if confirming every word.
"I have to go to the Sabaody Archipelago, and from there I have to go to the Fish-Man Island."
After arriving at this conclusion, Gojo's goal became completely clear. The path ahead felt straightforward now, almost reassuring. Still, as his ship sailed onward and he got closer and closer to the Florian Triangle, he kept a careful eye on the waters ahead, his gaze occasionally dropping to the map.
The map had marked it clearly—the Florian Triangle—and along with it, a warning: ships that entered that region never returned.
The sea breeze grew slightly colder as he thought about it.
Although it was mysterious, almost like something out of a thriller, Gojo couldn't bring himself to believe that ghosts or supernatural entities were behind it. Ghosts? Seriously?
At most, Gojo believed there had to be some kind of massive sea beast lurking in that area—perhaps even something on the level of a Sea King. That, at least, made sense. Something powerful enough to destroy ships and leave no trace.
"So that's why it's considered dangerous…" he murmured under his breath, eyes scanning the horizon.
Anyways, his goal was never to pass through that place. And more importantly, he had just gotten a new ship. The wooden deck beneath his feet still felt fresh, the structure solid and reliable—he had no intention of damaging it this early in his journey.
If it really was a Sea King-level beast, then a fight would be inevitable. And in a battle like that, his ship would almost certainly take damage. Waves would crash violently, the hull could crack, the mast might snap—there were too many risks.
And he was alone.
He had no shipwright, no crew, no one to repair any damage if things went wrong.
So, without much hesitation, he decided to avoid the Florian Triangle entirely.
There was also another reason.
Gojo simply didn't have that kind of personality—the one that seeks danger for the sake of adventure. If an area had already been marked as dangerous, then that was enough for him. There was no need to test it himself.
He would avoid it.
He didn't have that thrill-seeking, reckless nature like Luffy.
If, in place of Gojo, Luffy had been here and knew about a place like the Florian Triangle—a place where ships disappear without a trace, a place marked as extremely dangerous—then he would definitely charge straight in without hesitation.
Even now, Gojo could easily imagine it.
When Luffy's ship eventually passed through this route, he would one hundred percent go through the Florian Triangle. There was no doubt about it. That idiot wouldn't even think twice…
As Gojo deliberately avoided the Florian Triangle, he had, technically, also avoided a potential conflict with Gecko Moria—the one who ruled over that eerie region and the very reason why so many ships vanished there without a trace.
Unbeknownst to him, a few scouts had already spotted Gojo's ship from afar, their eyes narrowing as they observed quietly from the shadows of the sea.
By now, Gojo's name had spread far and wide. His reputation had surged dramatically, especially after his bounty rose to 500 million Berries.
And it wasn't just the number.
It was everything behind it.
The chaos he caused in Enies Lobby… the killing of a World Government official like Spandam… fighting against five Vice Admirals and still managing to walk away alive—
All of it combined had created a powerful, almost overwhelming image of Gojo across the seas.
The ocean carried stories faster than the wind.
Now, when people talked about him, they didn't just mention his strength—they spoke about his movements, his choices, the way he traveled. Speculations spread from port to port, growing with every retelling.
And somehow—whether through the Marines or some other unseen channel—details about Gojo himself had also begun circulating.
That he traveled alone.
That the ship he sailed on had a large, striking sail.
A sail with no pirate flag.
Because Gojo did not consider himself a pirate.
Instead, there was something far more unusual painted on it—two sky-blue eyes. Not crude or symbolic, but vivid… almost lifelike.
Eyes that seemed to stare right back at anyone who looked at them.
Eyes that were an exact depiction of his own.
So when those scouts of Gecko Moria—who had already heard of Gojo and all his deeds—caught sight of that ship, they immediately understood who it belonged to.
Through their binoculars, they saw him clearly.
Gojo stood calmly on the deck, the wind brushing past him as if nothing in the world concerned him.
A faint silence lingered among the scouts.
Not one of them dared to make a move.
Not a single finger was lifted against him as Gojo's ship passed by, cutting through the sea and leaving behind only ripples.
Even when Gecko Moria heard about it later, he did not criticize them much for letting Gojo pass.
After being utterly defeated by Kaido, Moria had become far more cautious—almost cowardly in nature. He no longer sought out unnecessary trouble. Instead, he preferred to target the weak, those far beneath him, those he could dominate without risk.
Gojo, however, was an entirely different case.
He had defeated two Warlords completely.
He had gone into direct confrontation with the Marines—marched straight into their stronghold at Enies Lobby and brought chaos upon it.
Not to mention, he had destroyed an entire Buster Call.
Fought five Vice Admirals at the same time.
And still walked away alive.
The sea itself seemed to carry those stories with weight.
From the information Moria had received, with his warlord status, those Vice Admirals had not even been able to properly injure Gojo. Not a single clean wound. At most, they had barely managed to cut his clothes, and perhaps one had landed a shallow cut—but that was all.
That kind of monster… is not someone to provoke lightly.
So Moria found himself… accepting it.
Accepting that avoiding a clash with Gojo was the right choice.
And so, the waters remained still.
After days of travel, under shifting skies and endless waves, Gojo finally arrived at the Sabaody Archipelago.
----
Want to get daily updates and read 20+ chapters? Then join my Patreon!
Patreon Link: https://[email protected]/Hkj822
Join Discord Link: https://discord.gg/c4m4BxQq