Chapter-10 Pineapple Island!Clash with Wolfgang Pirates

"Here?" Argus squinted at the ragged treasure map, a sliver of doubt flickering across his face. "You sure this is the place?"

Newgate didn't miss a beat. "It's here." His deep voice rumbled with conviction. "No doubt about it—we've found Pineapple Island."

Argus raised an eyebrow. "Pineapple Island… seriously?"

"Mm-hm~~"

He peered out at the bizarre landmass rising from the sea like a fever dream.

It had been over two weeks since he'd added Sally and Shella to his household. Since then, he'd spent long hours studying up on the wild, chaotic geography of the New World. And this island?

This one was infamous.

Pineapple Island was exactly what the name suggested.Not shaped like a pineapple.Not themed like one.

It was a pineapple.

A living, gargantuan, continent-sized pineapple, rising from the sea like a monument to bad taste and worse science.

It was absurd. It was disgusting.And it was New World.

Argus lowered the map. "The sword's supposed to be at the summit. Right at the top of that… thing."

He didn't bother second-guessing. When the sea throws pineapples at you, you climb.

"Gurararara!" Newgate spun his naginata once, light glinting off the blade.

"Alright, you lot! We're landing! Move your asses!"

"OHHHH!!!"The Whitebeard Pirates erupted in cheers, their blood pumping as the ship's hull creaked against the soft shore.

Argus and Newgate took forty men ashore, leaving twelve to guard the ship. The moment their boots touched the land, they knew—

This wasn't going to be a normal treasure hunt.

There were no animals. No birds. No insects.No sounds but the breeze and the squelch of fruit beneath their feet.

Just pineapple.

Everywhere.

The air stank of sickly-sweet rot.

Argus grimaced as he stepped forward, his boots sinking slightly into the spongy terrain. "You'd think someone would've gutted this place for fruit."

He kicked a chunk free and bit into it on a whim.

A second later, his face contorted in pure revulsion.

"Spit it out, brat!" Newgate howled with laughter. "Told you—it's trash fruit!"

Argus coughed, spat, and wiped his tongue. "It's not pineapple. It's the idea of pineapple. Like someone described it to a drunk chef who hated fruit."

"Gurara! You're learning."

The men shared a round of bitter laughter, then pressed on toward the island's core.

What loomed ahead wasn't a hill or a mountain.

It was a crown—the leafy green top of the massive fruit, easily fifty meters high. That was where the Supreme Sword was said to rest.

And as they neared it, a wave of tension swept through the crew.

Argus froze.

"Movement," he said flatly. His hand fell to his blade.

His Observation Haki flared—rippling outward, brushing against something dark, heavy, alive.

Newgate's expression sharpened. "I feel it too. They're no amateurs."

Argus smirked and cracked his neck. "Good. Wouldn't want to get soft. Got three women waiting for me back home—and one of them's carrying my kid. No way I'm dying here."

"Gurarara!" Newgate bellowed. "You arrogant bastard! You always say the cockiest things right before a fight!"

He planted the Naginata into the earth with a heavy thud.

"Alright, boys! Steel up! This ain't a game!"

"Aye, Captain!!"

Swords, axes, and rifles came free in a single synchronized motion. The Whitebeard Pirates stood ready, eyes sharp, spirits burning.

Then—Step.Step.

Heavy footfalls echoed across the fruit-flesh.

And from the mist, they emerged.

The man at their front was a monster in human shape—nearly six meters tall, his frame wide and carved like a wedge of granite.

A mane of jet-black hair cascaded down his back, and a broad beard swept to his belt. A massive greatsword, jagged and rusted at the edges, hung over his shoulder like it weighed nothing.

He didn't flinch at the sight of them.

He expected them.

Just as Argus had sensed him, he'd clearly sensed them too. Behind him, forty pirates stood at ready—mirroring the Whitebeard crew in number and posture.

Argus's eyes narrowed. "That's him. Ochoku. Captain of the Wolfgang Pirates."

"Supernova?" Newgate asked, grinning.

Argus nodded. "Yeah. One of the newer ones. Came up fast—violent, brutal, cunning. They say he wiped out a minor kingdom for insulting his coat."

"Gurara… sounds like my kind of lunatic."

Newgate's grip on Naginata tightened with excitement.

Ochoku stopped ten meters from them, arms folded across his chest.

"Edward Newgate… and his little brother," he said, voice like gravel dragged through iron.

"Didn't expect to find both of you here."

Argus's face remained impassive. "And I didn't expect a pineapple island to have guests."

Ochoku smirked. "Then I guess today's full of surprises."

Two crews. Equal in number. Armed to the teeth.And behind them—a treasure that couldn't be divided.

The Supreme Sword.

The breeze stirred the leaves at the island's peak as silence hung heavy.

Then, without warning—Haki burst forth.

Purple lightning cracked the air as Conqueror's Haki collided between captains.

The jungle of pineapple leaves shook.

This wasn't a race anymore.

It was a war.

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