I agreed to win with Roger, but the guy I met was too young Chapter 030

After the Battle of God Valley, the Oro Jackson slowly sailed away from the ruins.

On the deck, the members of the Roger Pirates gathered in a circle, staring curiously at a fancy treasure chest that Rhett had salvaged from the battlefield’s wreckage.

“Hey, Rhett, what good stuff did you haul in this time?” Jabba rubbed his hands, his face full of anticipation.

Rhett shrugged, a mysterious smile playing on his lips: “Who knows? Maybe it’s the Celestial Dragons’ treasure. No treasure can escape my eyes.”

Rayleigh pushed up his glasses, calmly remarking, “Knowing you, it’s probably something valuable.”

Roger burst out laughing, and with a flourish, he flung open the lid of the treasure chest—

“Wow!!!”

Inside the chest, there was neither gold nor jewels, but…

A little red-haired baby, sleeping soundly, a pacifier clutched tightly in his tiny fist.

The entire deck fell silent instantly.

Roger: “…?”

Rayleigh: “…?”

Jabba: “…?”

Rhett (whistling): “Oh, an unexpected find.”

The baby seemed to have been woken up. He groggily opened his eyes, revealing a pair of clear, bright eyes.

Then—

“Giggle giggle!”

He giggled at Roger, his little hands waving as if trying to grab his straw hat.

Roger froze for two seconds, then suddenly erupted into even louder laughter: “Ku ha ha ha! This little rascal likes my hat!”

Rayleigh rubbed his forehead: “Captain, that’s not the point…”

Jabba squatted down and poked the baby’s cheek: “Hey, kid, what’s your name?”

Of course, the baby didn’t answer, only babbling and reaching out to grab Jabba’s untrimmed beard.

Rhett stroked his chin, lost in thought: “I found him in the Celestial Dragons’ treasure vault.

Goodness, Rhett knew Shanks was found in a treasure chest, but he never expected to be the one to bring him into the Roger Pirates. He was really looking forward to what this little butterfly of his would experience in the future.

Roger scooped up the baby and held him high above his head: “From today on, you’re a member of the Roger Pirates! Ku ha ha ha!”

Rayleigh sighed: “Captain, have you ever actually raised a child…?”

Roger didn’t care: “What does it matter! Anyway, we have enough food on this ship! We raised little Rhett just fine, didn’t we?”

Rhett: “Alright, Captain, remember what you just said.”

Roger was scratching his head, staring at the boiling pot of milk. The liquid in the pot was a strange pink, with suspicious bubbles occasionally rising to the surface.

“Rayleigh!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, “Are you sure this is how you mix formula?”

Rayleigh frowned, flipping through a small booklet in his hand. The cover read: “Spartan Parenting Manual.” “The recipe says it should…” His words trailed off as the liquid in the pot suddenly let out a muffled “plop” and a puff of black smoke.

Rhett lazily poked his head out from his hammock: “Just a friendly reminder, are you sure chili sauce is suitable for babies?”

The kitchen instantly became a mess. Jabba frantically tried to salvage the milk pot, Rayleigh rapidly flipped through the manual, and Roger, God knows where, pulled out a rum bottle and was about to pour it in.

“Stop!” Rayleigh, quick as a flash, stopped his captain, “Babies can’t drink alcohol!”

Roger scratched his head and laughed: “What’s the big deal! When I was a kid…”

“When you were a kid, you drank goat’s milk.” Rhett had, at some point, appeared at the counter, skillfully taking out a new baby bottle. “ 45-degree warm water, water first, then powder, shake gently.” His wrist rotated deftly, and the liquid in the bottle quickly turned into a uniform milky white.

This formula was specifically bought on an island by the Roger Pirates. Rhett couldn’t help but complain about the Pirate King’s tech tree; there were all sorts of strange things here, but their ship was still a backward wooden sailing vessel.

Jabba’s eyes widened: “How are you so skilled, kid?”

Rhett handed the bottle to Shanks, who immediately hugged it and guzzled it down. A slight smile played on Rhett’s lips: “I used to be a volunteer in my previous life.”

The fact that Rhett was a transmigrator was something Roger, Rayleigh, Jabba, and the others already knew. They didn’t care about their future at all, and Rhett felt there was no need to hide it.

Just then, Roger suddenly slapped the table, excitedly: “Won’t heating it with my Haki be faster?” Before anyone could react, dark red Haki was already coiling around his fingertips.

“Wait, Captain—”

“Bang!”

The baby bottle exploded into a spectacular fireworks display before everyone’s eyes. Shanks first froze, then happily clapped his tiny hands, his giggles clear and crisp amidst the swirling cloud of formula dust.

Rayleigh trembled as he picked up the glass shards from the floor: “That was my last treasured rum glass…”

Rayleigh endured, but the more he endured, the angrier he became. The more he yielded, the more he felt he was losing out.

“Roger, come here and die.”

“How about this?” Spencer, from somewhere, brought over a coconut. Ten minutes later, Shanks was happily drinking coconut water from a drilled coconut shell, his little mouth sucking away.

Jabba was moved to tears: “We succeeded!”

Yesterday, they were fighting for their lives against the Rocks Pirates, and today they were fumbling around with a baby. Hahahaha, it was too much fun.

Late at night on the Oro Jackson, Shanks’ cries pierced through every cabin.

Shanks was sitting on Jabba’s lap, his little hands tugging at Jabba’s hair and stuffing it into his mouth, slobbering all over his face.

“Mmm… Jab… ba…” The baby mumbled incoherently in baby talk, completely unaware that he was destroying the image of a great pirate.

Rhett leaned against the mast, holding a Den Den Mushi, laughing wildly. “Hahahaha, my strong Jabba-bro, you’re quite a character!”

“Shut up, you bastard!” Jabba roared in frustration, “Why do I have to stand watch?!”

Rayleigh calmly flipped through the duty roster: “Because you cheated at dice last time.”

“……”

Jabba was speechless, and Shanks had successfully gnawed his hair wet, even trying to bite it with his teeth.

“Ow—! Let go! Let go, you little rascal!!”

The deck was in chaos. Jabba frantically shook his head, trying to escape Shanks’ clutches, while the baby, thinking it was a game, giggled and held on tighter.

The other crew members looked desperately at Rayleigh: “First Mate, can we… can we just put him in the captain’s quarters for tonight? Just for one night?”

Rayleigh pushed up his glasses: “You can.”

Everyone’s eyes lit up.

“—If you want to see a drunken child.”

Everyone instantly deflated.

The most unreliable person in the Roger Pirates was Roger himself. The first time Roger offered to take care of Shanks, he actually took little Shanks drinking with him. Rayleigh and the crew had to beat Roger up before the matter was resolved.

“Then what do we do?!” Spencer exclaimed, frantic, “If this keeps up, we’ll all have nervous breakdowns!”

Rhett yawned and leisurely walked over, picking Shanks up from Jabba’s arms: “Alright, I’ll stand watch tonight.”

Jabba looked as if he had been granted a great pardon: “Really?!”

“Mm.” Rhett slung Shanks onto his shoulder. “Anyway, my Observation Haki is strong. I can soothe him before he even cries.”

Everyone was moved to tears.

“Rhett!! You finally have some conscience!!”

Rhett’s lips curled into a smile: “However—”

“From today on, your booze belongs to me.”

“……”

The deck was dead silent.

Three seconds later—

“You devil, taking advantage of the situation!!”