Chapter-14 Should we SEIZE some lands!

"Robbery?"

"Purchase?"

Newgate rubbed his stubbled chin, deep in thought.

"Eh... it's probably one of those two options."

Across from him, Argus sat with his arms crossed, brow twitching. What had started as a logistical meeting about concubine candidates had spiraled completely off course.

Argus's original plan had been simple:Widen the net.Gather more concubines.Produce more high-grade children.Efficient. Clinical. Strategic.

But somehow, Newgate's brain had taken a hard left turn, and now he was obsessing over royalty—specifically, princesses.

Why?

Only the Sea Gods knew.

The old man had clearly spent way too much time "researching"... probably in a tavern full of bounty posters and whiskey.

"Non-affiliated kingdoms first," Newgate muttered, half to himself. "Snatch a royal daughter or two. Or we hit up the black market—there's always a noble or two floating around in auctions..."

"Brother."

"Hm?"

Newgate looked up, only to see Argus giving him a flat, narrowed stare.

"What?"

"Shouldn't we be thinking about—oh, I don't know—raising our current children in peace?"

"Exactly!" Newgate exclaimed, snapping his fingers. "That's what I'm saying!"

Argus pinched the bridge of his nose. "Wait. Hold on. You're suggesting we find a peaceful island for Serena, Sally, and Snake to rest until the babies are born?"

"That's the idea!"

"Let me guess... You're not talking about going back to Sphinx Island, are you?"

"Hell no!" Newgate immediately waved off the notion. "Place is a goddamn warzone now. Word got out we were from there, and every idiot pirate with something to prove thinks it's fair game. No way I'm letting my sisters-in-law and future nieces and nephews get caught in that mess!"

Newgate's expression hardened.For once, the laughter was gone.Only steel remained in his eyes.

"They need peace. Real peace. Not just quiet seas—but safety. Somewhere they can live... even just for a few months... without fear."

Argus blinked, finally realizing:

This wasn't a drunken scheme.Newgate was genuinely worried.

And truthfully?

He wasn't wrong.

Out here—especially in the New World—every sunrise was a roll of the dice.Assassinations, ambushes, bounty hunters, rival crews, slave traders...

Pregnancy on a pirate ship was a death sentence waiting to happen.

"A base... a sanctuary," Argus murmured. "A place to lay low. Somewhere no one would dare touch them."

"You got a place in mind?" Newgate asked.

Argus leaned back into the sofa and sighed. "Nope. That's the damn problem."

"Four Blues, maybe?" Newgate offered. "Or the first half of the Grand Line?"

"Safer, sure. More stable. But too much exposure, and we become a liability magnet. People start connecting dots. Next thing you know, every bounty hunter from here to Drum Island is sniffing around."

"Right..." Newgate's jaw clenched. "The more visible we get, the more we hand them a loaded pistol."

The two brothers sat in silence, heavy with thought.

The New World didn't offer peace.It offered chaos—and expected you to fight for every second of breath.

"...What if we just took an island?" Newgate suddenly asked.

"...What?"

Argus stared at him, eyes narrowed.

Newgate shrugged.

"I'm serious. Find a small, non-aligned island. Drive out whoever's there. Claim it. Raise our flag. Boom—instant base."

Argus shook his head. "No good. That just paints a giant target on our backs. We'll be stuck defending the place around the clock. That doesn't keep Serena safe—it puts her right in the crossfire."

Newgate growled and raked a hand through his thick blond hair. "Is it really this hard to find one quiet f***ing corner of the world?!"

"Yes," Argus said bluntly. "In the New World? It's practically a myth."

Again, silence.

But this time, it felt colder.

Because neither of them had an answer.

Eventually, Newgate stood with a long groan and stretched, cracking his back like an old soldier done fighting a pointless battle.

"Alright, alright. Put the island search on hold. Damn headache..."

He took a swig straight from the sake bottle on the desk and glanced out the porthole window.

"The New World's massive. And somehow... it's still too damn small to hide what matters."

Argus didn't reply.

He just watched the sea.

Still. Unforgiving.

Then, with a sudden shift in tone, Newgate slapped his younger brother on the back, nearly knocking the wind out of him.

"Gurararara~~~! Screw it. Let's go back to Plan B. Hit the black market again. Your pregnancy rate's off the charts—might as well prepare a second batch of concubines!"

He gave a wicked grin. "We'll get you a few princesses. A few rarebloods. Hell, maybe a Lunarian if we're lucky!"

Argus groaned. "Brother... could you not treat this like shopping for livestock?"

Newgate only laughed harder.

"GURARARARA~~~!"

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