One Piece: Lord of the Weather Chapter 51: The Pirates

Novel: One Piece: Lord of the Weather Author: lololonb Updated: Jun 23, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 51: The Pirates from One Piece: Lord of the Weather, a Action novel by lololonb.

It was the second night of the voyage.

The ship "The Black Wind" sailed quietly across the vast South Blue. The sky was dark, filled with stars. The moon was a thin crescent, offering little light. The sea was calm, as if sleeping alongside its passengers.

Everyone was asleep. Everyone except Pablo.

Pablo could not sleep.

He sat in his cabin below deck. The room was a little narrow, just a bed, a small table, and an oil lamp. The light was dim, flickering with the ship's movent.

He took his book from the table. A thick book with an old leather cover. Its title was written in faded gold letters: "The Clash of Crowns: The War of Two South Blue Kingdoms Eighty Years Ago."

He had been reading this book for days. He wanted to understand the history of this sea. He knew that his knowledge of the One Piece world from the manga alone was no longer enough. The small details, the ancient history, the complex relationships between islands... none of this existed in the original story. He had to learn for himself.

He read page after page. About two kingdoms that competed over trade routes. About alliances and conspiracies. About a naval battle that lasted three months. About the thousands who drowned in the waves.

And Pablo did not sleep.

After an hour, he closed the book. He looked at the wooden ceiling. Nothing.

He decided to go up to the deck. The fresh air might help him sleep.

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He climbed the wooden stairs to the top. The air was cold. The sea moved gently.

He went to the stern of the ship where the night lookout was standing. He was a young man in his twenties, one of the family's n. His eyes were heavy with drowsiness.

"Go to sleep." Pablo said quietly.

The lookout looked at him with wide eyes.

"Sir... I cannot. I have to stay—"

"I will take your place."

"But—"

"That is an order."

The lookout hesitated for a mont. Then he nodded. "Sir..." Then he disappeared down the stairs to his quarters.

Pablo climbed to the highest point of the ship, the spot designated for the lookout. It was a small wooden platform overlooking the sea from all directions.

He sat there. He opened his book again. And began to read.

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In the sa area, aboard the pirate ship, things were very different.

The pirate ship was larger than "The Black Wind." Its sails were black, bearing the skull and crossbones. At its bow was a statue of a woman whose face had been eroded by sea waves.

The lookout at the top of the mast was scanning the horizon. He saw the small ship. It looked like a rchant vessel or a cargo ship from its appearance. Few lights. No obvious movent.

He climbed down quickly. He ran to the captain's quarters.

He did not knock. He pushed the door open.

"Captain! We found a ship. A few miles away. It looks like a rchant ship."

The captain was sitting on a leather chair behind a heavy wooden desk. He was drinking a glass of whiskey. In front of him, on the table, a sea chart was spread out.

Bolly.

His height approached three ters. His body was massive, his muscles bulging under his torn shirt. His face was wide, with small, sunken eyes. His light brown hair was tied back with a leather strap. A long scar ran from his forehead down to his left cheek.

On his back, a long sword was hanging. The sword was huge, fitting his size. Its hilt was covered in black leather, and its blade shone even in the dim light.

Bolly looked at his lookout with cold eyes.

"rchant? How big is it?"

"dium-sized. It doesn't look like a warship."

Bolly smiled. It was an ugly smile, revealing his yellow teeth.

"An easy prize, then."

He stood up. His height made the room seem smaller. He slapped the lookout's shoulder hard enough to make him stagger.

"Wake the n. We hunt tonight."

He left the room and climbed to the deck. He looked at the horizon. He saw the ship. He saw a faint light. He saw slight movent.

"A cargo ship." he muttered to himself. "Maybe carrying valuable goods. Or money. We'll find out soon."

He turned to his n, who had begun gathering on the deck. There were about sixty of them. So carried swords. So guns. So daggers. All of them knew this was a night of harvest.

"Steer toward them. We'll approach quietly. Then... we strike suddenly."

The ship turned slightly. Its sails changed direction. It began heading toward "The Black Wind."

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Pablo was still sitting on the lookout platform, imrsed in his reading. He did not see the ship. He heard nothing.

Pablo did not notice until they were very close.

He raised his head suddenly. No sound. No noise. Just instinct. Sothing inside him said: look at the horizon.

He looked.

He saw it. It was close.

He saw the skull symbol on the sail.

Pirates.

Pablo did not panic. He did not scream. He did not jump from his spot. He just looked.

This was the first ti he was facing real pirates on the open sea. But he felt no fear.

He threw his book aside quickly. He stood up.

Then he jumped.

He leaped from the lookout platform to the main deck. The height was considerable. But his trained body handled it easily. The sound of his feet hitting the wood echoed loudly in the quiet night.

He began to shout.

"To arms! Every man to his position! We are under attack! To arms!"

He did not need to shout twice.

Within seconds, n were pouring out from below deck. So were still wearing their nightclothes. So were barefoot. But all of them were carrying their weapons.

Swords. Guns. Pistols.

Marco was the first to reach the deck. His eyes were sharp, searching the darkness.

"Where are they?"

Pablo pointed toward the horizon. "There. They are here."

Shigo arrived shortly after. He was fastening his sword belt around his waist. His face was serious, ready for battle.

---

Aboard the pirate ship, Bolly felt hesitation for a mont.

He expected the small ship to show signs of panic. To try to flee. For him to hear screams.

But none of that happened.

Instead, he saw fast and organized movent on the other ship's deck. He saw n gathering in rows. He saw weapons raised in the air.

"This is not a rchant ship." he muttered.

But there was no ti to retreat. He was too close.

"Toward them! Quickly!"

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On "The Black Wind," Pablo ordered the cannons.

"Fire!"

The sound of cannons bood in the quiet night. Iron balls shot toward the pirate ship.

One of them hit its bow. Wood shattered. Screams ca from the other ship. But the ship did not sink. It was too large.

But the damage was enough to confuse them.

"Keep advancing!" Bolly shouted. "We will not flee from a small ship!"

The two ships drew closer. Wood creaked. Ropes swung.

Then they collided.

The sound of the two ships crashing was loud in the silence of the night.

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Pablo was the first to jump.

He leaped from the edge of his ship onto the pirate ship's deck. His pistol was in his hand. He fired a shot at the nearest pirate in front of him. The man fell without understanding what had happened.

Behind him, his n jumped one after another.

Marco was like a hurricane. His fist smashed a pirate's face before he touched the ground. His kick sent another into the sea.

Shigo was calr. His sword moved slowly, but every movent cut sothing.

Bolly saw his n falling. He beca angry.

He leaped from his spot. His massive sword was in his hand.

The first of Pablo's n to cross his path was a young man in his twenties, carrying a gun. He raised it to aim.

Bolly gave him no ti. The massive sword fell on the man like a thunderbolt. It cut the gun in half, then continued its path into the man's chest. The blade pierced his entire body. The man fell dead before he hit the ground.

Bolly did not stop. The second man tried to stab from the side. Bolly moved his sword faster than a shadow. One blow cut the man's arm before he could reach him. The man scread in pain. A second blow to the neck. He fell.

Two n in less than five seconds.

Pablo saw him.

He paused for a mont. He looked at Bolly. He recognized him.

He had seen his face before. On wanted posters in the South Blue.

Bolly "the Giant Sword." Bounty: 9 million Beli.

One of the top ten most wanted in the South Blue.

Pablo decided to move. He decided to attack him himself.

But Shigo was faster.

He leaped in front of Bolly like an arrow. His sword t Bolly's sword. Sparks flew.

Bolly looked at Shigo with angry eyes. "Who are you people?"

Shigo did not reply. He struck hard. Bolly stepped back.

Shigo struck again. Bolly stepped back again.

"You are fast..." Bolly said, trying to block the attacks. "But I am stronger than you."

Bolly attacked with force. His massive sword swung toward Shigo with trendous power. But Shigo did not try to block. He retreated at the right mont. The sword passed by him.

"Your strength alone is not enough." Shigo said quietly.

Bolly beca angry. He attacked again. Faster. Stronger.

But Shigo was smarter.

He did not fight with strength. He fought with skill. Every blow from Bolly left a gap. Every attack made him lose his balance for a mont. And Shigo exploited these monts.

Shigo was not overpowering Bolly. He was matching him. Raw strength against pure skill. The two were evenly matched.

The fight continued. Minutes passed. Both began to tire. But neither could finish the other.

Pablo was watching. He saw that the fight was stalled. No one advancing. No one retreating.

He decided to intervene.

But not in the way anyone would expect.

The wind was blowing. It was light. But it was there.

The wind moved.

A light current. No one noticed it. Only Bolly felt it.

At the mont he was preparing to deliver a finishing blow to Shigo, he suddenly felt his foot slip. As if soone had pushed it from underneath. Nothing obvious. Just a slight loss of balance.

But it was enough.

Shigo did not waste the opportunity. His sword pierced Bolly's defense. A stab in his shoulder.

Bolly scread. He fell to one knee. Blood was flowing.

"How... how did this happen?"

Shigo did not reply. His sword rose again. A cold look in his eyes.

One blow. To the neck.

Bolly fell on his face. He did not move.

Silence prevailed for a mont.

Shigo stood looking at the body. He was breathing with difficulty. He was tired. But he was proud.

Pablo smiled from afar.

No one noticed what he did. Only he knew.

Marco had finished off the rest of the pirates. The ground was covered with wounded and dead.