Chapter 44 There’s a newcomer! (Ch 44)

Moze’s main destination this time is the Cocosia Village where Nami is.
But it wasn’t for Nami.
Or rather, it wasn’t mainly for her.
But it’s for the fishman Aaron.
To go further, it was for Fishman Island.
The location of Fishman Island is very important.
Especially since Mozer’s vehicle is the largest ship in the world – the three-track horror ship.
This ship is more like a moving island than a ship.
If you want to drag such a big guy to the New World, going through Fishman Island is almost the only option.
Otherwise, Moser would have to consider another route – crossing Marijoa.
It gives me a headache just thinking about it.
Even with Gekko Mose’s title as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, the risks of getting a ship the size of the Tri-Track Terror Sloop to safely pass through Marijoa and enter the New World were still ridiculously high.
What if you happen to meet a stupid Celestial Dragon who suddenly takes a fancy to the terrifying three-strange sailboat?
No matter what the final result is, Moze can forget about bringing the Terrible Three Ghost Sailboats to the New World normally.
Therefore, the safest and most efficient way is to establish good relations with the fishmen and pass through the seabed.
Moreover, given the size of the terrifying trio of sailboats, they must have the cooperation of the murlocs to pass smoothly.
Since I’m going back to the East China Sea this time to help the Mara family to be liberated.
Then it would be a good opportunity to lay the line to Fishman Island as well.
Of course, if the purpose is simply to obtain permission to travel to Fishman Island, or to establish general friendly relations, then Moze has many options for partners to choose from.
There is no need to go to Aaron, an extreme racist with a not very good brain.
But Moser’s goal is not just about right of passage.
There is another key person who makes Aaron’s option indispensable – Aaron’s sister, Xia Li.
A fortune teller whose predictions are 100% accurate.
Moze knew very well what a qualified force should look like.
First of all, of course, it is the leader as the core soul, that is, himself.
There is no doubt about this and no need to say more.
Under the leader, there must be a pillar that can support ambition.
They are the deterrent and strategic core of a force, and are the key figures who can truly calm the situation.
The “second in command” of a pirate group, or a senior cadre such as “disaster” or “star general” as called by some major forces.
People of this level are not only the cornerstone of internal stability, but also an important part of demonstrating strength to the outside world.
The number is destined to be scarce and hard to come by, so each one is worth spending effort to fight for.
This is how Moze positions Moonlight Moria, and that’s why he’s willing to spend time and energy on him.
Further down, there is a backbone force as huge as the base of a pyramid and the necessary subsidiary forces.
Without enough people to fill the framework, even the most grand blueprint will be nothing but an unrealistic castle in the air.
We must ensure that the scope of power and influence can radiate effectively.
People are always the foundation of the foundation.
Especially since Moze also owns the behemoth, the Terrible Three Ghost Galleon.
Just maintaining the basic operation of this mobile island requires a large number of manpower.
Not to mention that Moser also wanted to turn it into a real maritime fortress.
The daily cleaning and maintenance work alone would probably overwhelm a small army.
Therefore, how to fill the gap with enough useful personnel is also something that Moser needs to think about.
In addition, many talents with special skills are needed.
Navigators, doctors, scientists, intelligence officers, diplomats, and so on.
A mature force is a complex system supported by all kinds of talents.
The so-called power is nothing more than tailoring chaos into a shape that suits ambition.
And a good fortune teller may not be a necessity.
But Moser wanted to.
“Lord Moze, how long will it take to get there?”
While Moze was immersed in the plans for the next few years, Perona, who was floating next to him, became restless and asked, swinging her legs.
Moze snapped out of his thoughts and glanced at her.
“I don’t even know where the end of the universe is, so how can I know how far away I am from my destination?”
He responded casually.
“Anyway, if we see the coastline, we should be there soon.”
It’s not like Moser hasn’t learned anything about navigation over the years.
But after studying for a while, he simply gave up.
It turns out that learning this kind of thing still requires talent.
Just like when people are pushed to the limit they can do anything except math.
He admitted that he had no talent for sailing.
It is better to leave professional matters to professionals.
A king has the talents of a king, a chef has the talents of a chef, and a navigator naturally has the talents of a navigator.
It is a talent to recognize in time that you have no talent.
After receiving an almost perfunctory answer from Moze, Perona floated up angrily with her lips pouted.
“Humph! You know nothing!”
She turned around, suspended in mid-air, and looked down at the busy crew on the deck with disdain.
These guys were in a panic, their movements as clumsy as ducks that had just learned to walk.
“Hey! You!” Perona pointed her slender finger at a sturdy man who was struggling to adjust the sail. “Is the sail pulled like that? Do you want to tear it apart so that we can all fall into the sea and feed the fish?”
The sturdy man shuddered all over and the rope in his hand almost slipped out of his hand. His face was instantly covered with cold sweat and his movements became more panicked.
“And you!” Perona floated in front of another crew member who was holding a mop but didn’t know where to start. “You’ve almost made a hole in the deck! Do you know how to mop the floor? Do you want me to teach you?”
The crew member was so scared that he almost threw away the mop. He quickly lowered his head and wiped it carelessly, ending up with water stains everywhere.
Perona was so angry when she saw the stupidity of these people.
“How stupid! These guys are so stupid!”
She floated back to Moze and grumbled quietly, “They’re worse than zombies! At least zombies don’t shake their hands or sweat when they work!”
Moser glanced at the crew members who were trembling with fear and wanted to curl themselves up into a ball.
Although Perona’s complaint was childish, it pointed out the truth.
After all, these crew members are all from gangs.
Although they were carefully selected by Bartolomeo and were known to be the most knowledgeable people in the gang about sailing, they were essentially novice sailors and there was a huge gap between them and the real professional sailors.
Very poor professional quality.
Hearing Perona’s undisguised disdain, especially the comment “worse than zombies”, the crew on the deck felt like they were struck by lightning, and the cold sweat on their foreheads instantly turned into waterfalls.
They didn’t dare to look at Moze, let alone refute Perona. They could only turn their fear into motivation and use their hands and feet to speed up their work.
Work efficiency seems to have really improved to a higher level, although the clumsiness that comes from the busyness is still very obvious.
He was still sorting out the complicated plans in his mind.
The trip to the East China Sea, the preparation for Fishman Island, the selection of a new world stronghold, and the filling of the power structure…
There are so many complicated things to do, and they all need to be implemented step by step.
At this moment, Mo Ze’s brows moved slightly.
Um?
An extremely subtle but unusually clear wave suddenly appeared in his perception.
It’s almost exactly the same pattern as the last time Hokage Moze descended!
There’s a new person coming!