One month later....

Time goes by, and it's been almost a year since Cale lived in this world. Many things have changed in him that he doesn't know the cause of. Now Cale smiled more often than in his previous life, he also realized that he had finally fallen in love with the vastness of the ocean, curious about what was hidden behind the thick coral.

Is it because he is the son of Shanks? That's possible, his father is the biggest reason why Cale wants to live a leisurely life while exploring and tasting the uniqueness of this vast ocean as an adventurer. His father's constant recounting of his experiences while adventuring through unique islands with different characteristics made little Cale stunned.

The idea of him traveling to places with contrasting climates, creatures, people's traditions, technology and economic development fascinated Cale. Growing up with his own recording skills, Cale developed a fascination with something interesting that he didn't know the truth about.

The Kim Rok-soo everyone knows is a man who starts the day struggling with rows of numbers, thousands of data, damn box tables and the latest information every morning. The scarred man was rarely found closing his eyes that looked like dead fish, showing how little quality sleep their commander had.

Well it's not like they can stop him, Rok-soo's position and role is crucial-no, they depend on him. Rok-soo's zeal in reviewing the report his team wrote about the monsters was one of the reasons they could all breath properly until now, if Rok-soo stopped no one wanted to imagine what would happen to everyone in this area.

Little did anyone know that Rok-soo or now Cale was quite fond of drowning his head amongst the stale ink-smelling piles of paper. Although he always denied the feeling with his exaggerated logic, Cale's body would automatically search for information related to the thing he wanted to know until he got it or he would go home with a sour face.

Well even though he mostly conducted investigations under tremendous pressure that involved the lives of many people, in his small heart Cale admitted that he quite enjoyed every process.

'I can ask father to buy me a book when I'm old enough' That was a good way to start his adventure, as far as Cale or Rok-soo's soul sailed on the sea of life, his vast knowledge was the most terrifying and powerful weapon he had, he didn't plan on changing that forever.

With a group of men partying on the deck of the ship, little Cale looked cozy in the arms of the monkey playing with his hair. The noise of his father's friends didn't bother him, Cale was used to hearing the noise of his productive family all day long for the rest of his life as Cale Henituse.

Cale was left cuddling with Monster next to Shanks who seemed to be laughing at Yassop's ridiculous story about how he proposed to Bachina. Cale ignored the group of old men and looked up to find many soap bubbles above him, the ten-month-old's forehead furrowed, since when did the crew of this ship like to play with soap bubbles?.

"Baaableh! Daaa! Daa-uuuh, Daada!"
Cale's random babbling was actually meant to attract his father's attention to pick him up and let him touch the bubble, not his intention to make the whole ship fall silent at once.

"Ca-Captein, Cale-kun, i-is he-" Lime Juice's babbling was forced to stop as Shanks used his shoulder as a tool to support his body that wanted to wake up from the dizziness of drinking a large plate of alcohol.

The drunken Shanks carefully lifted Cale into his arms, he didn't try to stand up as his jelly-like legs weren't helping at all. Normally Shanks would kiss Cale's cheek when his son had a confused look on his face, but this time Shanks was too hungover and too focused on what he wanted to say.

"Cale-chan, honey, can you repeat that again? Please?" The frown on Cale's face grew, the baby with old man soul carrying his insensitivity everywhere.

"Dada?" Cale tilted his head, surprised by Benn who was holding Cameko's den in his hand.

"Yes! Yes! Do it again?" His father looked like he was about to cry, Cale didn't understand what was wrong with him calling his father 'dada'.

"Dada" Cale repeated smoothly without slipping, like the protagonist-style storyline he used to present when deceiving people.

"P-please O-one more?" Ok there was obviously something wrong here, but Cale repeated it once more, he planned to cover his father's mouth with his hand if he asked him to speak again.

"Dada" Shanks' admiring gaze turned into an adoring one, the man grinned fiercely and lifted Cale up high, the proud father was about to show the world that...

"MY SON SPEAKING HIS FIRST WORD!"

Cale was of course shocked, the idiot screamed along with everyone else. Yassop and Lime Juice looked like they were about to cry, Lucky grinned, Benn smiled gently (which was rare), Building Snake laughed and looked at his captain's son with the proud eyes of an uncle while the rest chattered and chirped, both surprised and delighted by what happened.

After a few stunned moments, Cale's brain finally chose to return to function, he had just uttered a single word, that shouldn't be strange? For Clopeh's bomb leg, he was known as a manipulative negotiation expert bastard by everyone okay? Well he might as well be reborn into a ten-month-old baby- oh..OH!.

Cale was a little pensive, that means he said his first word? Oh shit finally! The wait was worth it! He could now talk a little! Cale unconsciously laughed along with his father, with his funny voice of course and Benn happily recorded and saved all these memories until the man died.

As usual, they were going to have a big party to celebrate their captain's son's first word. There was just a little problem, the island they were going to dock on was very close to the naval base and Shanks didn't want his son's whereabouts to be discovered by anyone from the world government.

This made them a little disappointed, but it was okay, the party could be done later when the situation was more favorable.

Three hours later Ref Force finally dropped anchor, the crew had already disembarked, leaving Shanks and his son busy listening to Hongo's long lecture on "What idiots can and can't do". Shanks loved his ship's doctor dearly, but sometimes Mama Hongo's nagging made his migraine flare up.

Of course the two red heads didn't catch anything useful in their brains, Shanks even stopped listening properly after five minutes.

Throughout the ten minutes Cale could only catch 'Don't feed him weird food, don't get caught, don't take him to that damned place-' and hundreds of other 'Don'ts'. After fifteen minutes, Hongo finally finished what the handsome man wanted to say.

Hongo grunted, seemingly satisfied with his explanation, ignoring the fact that the son and father in front of him didn't actually listen to him (Hongo only wanted to blame Shanks for not wanting to listen if something happened to Cale).

"Yes, yes I got you Mama"

"What the fuck-"

"Bye! Tell others I skip dinner, I want to visit that old man!"

"I swear i'm gonna kick your ass someday" Hongo's muttering.

"Keep dreaming Doctor" Shanks received a shot in the head with Hongo's shoes.

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Cale is a man who has been through so much in his life. Ugly monsters haunt his subconscious, glittering dragons impress his eyes, fighting non-human beings has become routine and let's not forget that he stabbed a radish bastard in the heart and kicked a god's ass.

Cale is a man who has seen many places with his two eyes, from talking world trees, shape-shifting monsters that resemble humans, whale beasts people, cats, lions tigers, wolves, elves, dragons and even the true form of a god, but never once in his life has he seen an island that produces bubbles.

'This is amazing' A twinkle of admiration appeared in his small eyes, happily popping the bubbles that dropped into his hands.

"Are you happy Cale? This island is also one of my favorites to be honest" Shanks rested his nose on the top of his son's head which was comfortably in his arms.

"This island is called Sabaody, if you remember we met Shirohige on the Grand Line right? Well actually the main territory of both of us is in the New World, the New World can only be entered through two ways, the first is down below underwater which will take us to the Fishmen Island" Cale kept the information he got in his smart head.

"The second can only be used by the world government, which is through Mariejoa, people like us won't be able to go through there" Shanks' tone in delivering it sounded flat, not sounding like his father.

"Well that's not important, you see a lot of bubbles here don't you? Want to see how they are made?" Shanks walked to find a comfortable place to sit, he finally chose to sit under a large tree and put his son there.

Both of Cale's beautiful pupils opened wide as he watched a bubble form from the ground and then rise up into the sky. 'Oh shit, this thing is mindblowing', Cale crawled to feel the ground, it felt strange, it was wet and sticky, like liquid soap. Oh no, his clothes got wet, a chill started to creep up his body, Cale was uncomfortable with the situation.

"Dada!"

"Yes baby?"

"Uhhh"

"Uh why son? Ah, your clothes getting wet! And I didn't bring your change of clothes!" Cale gave his father a flat look, not that he was surprised by this, after all Shanks always ended up getting a long lecture from Hongo or sometimes Lime Juice every time they came home after exploring the island together.

"Cale feel cold? Hold on, good thing I brought a spare robe" How could this man bring his spare robe and forget the spare clothes for his son who easily gets sick? Don't ask Cale, he think his father just being stupid.

Cale's tiny body was wrapped like a burito in his father's thick robe, luckily the damn cloth was warmer than his wet clothes so Cale didn't protest and just kept quiet.

"We can't keep this up, let's get you some new clothes" Shanks walked, almost ran towards the tourist zone to buy new clothes for Cale.

Meanwhile somewhere in the rottenness of the world, sat an old man wearing round glasses with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. A thick chain around his neck, handcuffs confiscating one of his hands and a male cellmate weeping over his fate, surprisingly none of these things made his grin wane or the determination in his eyes fade with age or the decay of the world.

The man happily downed his alcohol like there was no tomorrow, all the guards agreed that the old thing would die if he continued with the damn thing. Well not that they cared, old junk tends to take longer to sell in the market than young fresh produce. They wouldn't lose much if the old man died.

Currently it was the middle of the day and the human auction started at night, the old man could prepare himself to run away at any time if he wanted to. The man turned to the cell next to him, his sharp eyes that were strangely friendly were observing the movements of the woman with a body full of burn marks, judging from her skin, the burn marks belonged to the 3rd degree when they had not been healed.

That beautiful woman's eyesight is... Horrifying, her seemingly calm gaze staring at the guards' disdain, she stared with a deep hatred that the old man understood very well even though the woman's expression did not show it much, the old man grinned widely as he sensed that he found a interesting show here.

'That woman is definitely not an ordinary person, is she a revolutionary?' The old man thought after seeing the haki vibration of the woman beside him.

That man, Silver Rayleigh, was the former vice-captain of the Pirate King whose very existence was a legendary symbol of the start of a new era of piracy. Rayleigh was an authoritative man who was feared by the world government in his youth until now, he had quit the pirate world and decided to live as a ship upholsterer in Sabaody with his wife.

Well, even though his era has been obsolete, it doesn't mean Rayleigh has lost his identity, he is still a free man who likes to bombard human auction houses under the eyes of the world government. Rayleigh traveled a lot and was willing to be captured by slave traders to mess with them and extort all the money he could get while freeing the unsold slaves.

With his anti-mainstream hobbies, Rayleigh occasionally crossed paths with revolutionaries disguised as slaves to destroy slave houses or recruit someone they had their eye on. But this was the first time Rayleigh saw a young woman with a strong will that was not easily broken despite the heavy chains around her beautiful neck.

"Hey Miss over there, how are you? Why are you stuck here? Did you know that this place is not good for a beautiful lady like you?" Rayleigh greeted in the code of signs commonly used by revolutionaries, don't ask how she learned this.

The black-haired woman stared at him wide-eyed, a sharp frown on her face. Upon closer inspection, the woman was extremely beautiful, despite the burns eating away at her body, she was still extraordinary. With her pale skin, wavy jet-black hair, beautiful piercing eyes of light brown color and charming looks, it was enough to make this woman sell for a fantastic price among the nobles.

'Ah she is a Revolutionary'

"Then what do you want to do with it, Silver Rayleigh-sama?" The woman smirked- Ah that woman knows his identity, she must be of high rank in Revolutionary. Rayleigh laughed like a drunk man and got a beating from the guard on duty.

"Shut the fuck up! I'm trying to take a nap here! Try to shut your useless filthy mouth or I'll kill you asshole" Instead of shutting up, Rayleigh's laughter only got louder because he sensed something was going on in this damn place.

Damn it haha, his actions made the cell guard even angrier. The muscular man rushed into Rayleigh's cell, he kicked the old man's cellmate then pulled the chain around Rayleigh's neck.

"What the fuck are you laughing at huh?! Look at me bitch, cut the crap you shitty old man!" The nameless guard forcefully turned Rayleigh's head towards him, causing the elderly man to cluck his tongue.

"Young people these days are really..."

"HAH-"

BOOM!!!

"What the hell is that!"

"What happen?!"

"Somebody save the money!"

"How? How the hell these bitch can escape?!"

"Why you just standing there like a freaking statue? Can't your useless eyes see these slave are run away? Move your ass and get them back you jerk!"

"AAAAAA-"

Chaos was happening outside their room, it seemed that someone activated a bomb and blew up a room not far from theirs and freed some slaves who were able and willing to be released.

"Oh my... It's been a while since I've seen you guys here, this will be fun, thanks for the opportunity, Ojou-san" Rayleigh broke the chain with both hands like he was breaking a cracker, the woman in the cell next to him also did the same.

"To hell with you old man, just don't interfere with our work" The woman who was the living image of almost every man's dream crush tied her long hair into a ponytail, she kicked all the cells in the room and slashed all the handcuffs with the black dagger she kept in her pocket.

"HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING BITCH-Ugh"The guard man fell with a needle through his neck from behind as he was about to attack the woman who freed the slaves.

"You noisy, rotten bastard" Rayleigh saw another black-haired woman, but this one looked younger and more fierce than her counterpart.

"Seira-san, are you alright?" The younger girl approached the older woman and hugged her.

'Apparently her name is Seira, wait, I think I've heard that name-' Rayleigh frowned, trying to remember something his old brain hadn't remembered in a long time.

"Yeah yeah, don't worry, let's go meet Hack and get out of here, this damn place stinks too much" The woman, Seira patted her younger companion on the head.

"Ugh, Seira-san?"

"What's wrong?"

"Hack-san and the others are stuck with the guards and navy at the entrance"

"I see, then let's not waste time, let's help these slaves out through the back door" Seira directed all the slaves who had been released from the chains to come out simultaneously, of course Rayleigh who was curious about the two revolutionaries followed them silently.

"It's not that easy damn bitch!" Suddenly a large man blocked their way, leaving the slaves frightened behind.

"Fuuka, you brought my sword right?"

"Of course" The girl, Fuuka handed a red sheathed long sword with a white hilt with a wave pattern to her superior, Seira.

The battle broke out a few seconds after, Seira and Fuuka helped each other to protect everyone behind them selflessly, including Rayleigh who had no intention of expending an inch of his Haki.

Other than hitting the approaching enemies, Rayleigh did almost nothing. His sharp eyes observed the two women fighting in front of him, analyzed their movements and finally discovered the fact that both of them were proficient warriors.

Seira's sword slashes tended to be orderly and composed but there was a wildness and imbalance there, the woman looked like she was slashing her sword to vent some feelings she had been harboring for a long time. Fuuka's dagger slashes, on the other hand, were practiced and did not make a single move without causing damage to her enemy.

After passing through the hallway for a few minutes, they all finally made it out of the human auction house safely. Seira ordered Fuuka to evacuate the freed slaves to avoid the risk of being caught again without being able to put up a fight, while she would look for supplies for their lives.

"What else do you want Silver-san, I'm sorry but I don't want to fight the old man" Seira stared flatly at the old man who looked down to scoop up as much gold as his sturdy hands could take.

"No no, thank you for the loot Miss, I really appreciate it" Seira remained silent while Fuuka glared at Rayleigh.

Suddenly, amidst the chaos, Rayleigh felt something very familiar, a feeling that signaled that his poor wife was still waiting for his rusty ass in their house with a bunch of uninvited hooligans, specifically a moron with a straw hat attached to his head.

"Ah that trouble maker came, I guess I should go home" Seira did not look surprised by Rayleigh's sudden movement because the woman was surprised by something else.

'That man is here' that's right, something else.

"Seira-san-"

"Hurry up and help Hack and we'll get out of here, right now" The tone of urgency in Seira's command was enough to make Fuuka run and kick the enemy's butt brutally to help her comrades.

After all her comrades arrived nearby, Seira slowly backed off her attack and chose not to cut them down, because after all not all navies were evil. The revolutionary troops also came out from the back door, so they were not too surprised to see the Pirate King's deputy leaning and crossing his arms at the exit.

"See you soon young lady, if you need to line your ship with strong bubbles someday, please visit our shop, there will be a special big discount just for you" Although it was hard to believe, Rayleigh actually meant what he said.

A wide grin was planted on Rayleigh's face, while everyone was running backwards, Rayleigh actually advanced towards the main room of the slavery house and strangled the neck of whoever was responsible for the inconvenience. Meanwhile behind Seira moved quickly without looking back.

"Woah woah old man, look what a mess you've made" A man in robes with a baby in his arms scanned the remaining remnants of the auction house fearlessly.

"That's not me"

"It's me" Rayleigh pointed at the battered and unconscious chief organizer.

"You haven't changed at all, Ray-san" The young man in front of him smiled, Rayleigh smiled back happily.

"And you chose to bring a surprise after all this time huh? Damn brat."

"Hahahaha"

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Note : Please tell me if I get wrong at it