One Piece: White Ghost of the Seas Chapter 144 144: Squirrel Sound

Novel: One Piece: White Ghost of the Seas Author: StrawHatStudios Updated: Jun 16, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 144 144: Squirrel Sound from One Piece: White Ghost of the Seas, a Action novel by StrawHatStudios.

The man and the squirrel kept chatting like that—one mont about this, the next mont about that.

As they talked, the little squirrel gradually relaxed. She wasn't as easily flustered as before… though she still didn't have the courage to et White Ghost's eyes.

"White-bro," she asked softly, "when you build your future territory… will it be like Big Mom's Totto Land, where every race lives together?"

"Mm." White Ghost drank and pictured it in his mind.

"I like it lively."

"When we enter the New World, Enel and the others will have grown a lot too. When that ti cos, we'll either take Wano… or take a place like Hachinosu."

"…We're holding you back," the little squirrel lowered her head guiltily.

"No." White Ghost shook his head.

"A family can't rely on only one person working hard. Everyone has to move forward together."

"Our overall strength is still a bit weak right now, but there's no rush."

He looked at the Pure Gold on his hand and smiled faintly.

"We have plenty of ti to grow."

The squirrel nodded.

"When the people from Zou co, it might get noisy… White-bro, don't mind it."

"Heh. Noisy ans lively. Isn't that a good thing?"

"Right now we already have Fish-n… and Minks. Later, more races will join. Our big family will only get more and more lively."

"Yes…" The squirrel swung her feet gently, imagining the scene.

They talked while White Ghost drank. Without realizing it, it beca midnight—yet they were still deep in conversation, completely unaware of how much ti had passed.

White Ghost ended up drinking a bit too much, and his words beca looser and more casual.

The little squirrel didn't mind at all. She liked talking to him.

White Ghost never treated race as a barrier. He had once said sothing she cherished deeply:

"At the core, everyone in this world is just a living being—only the outside looks different."

But gradually, the little squirrel noticed White Ghost's gaze changing—lingering longer than it should.

She beca shy again and lowered her head, not daring to look around.

"Um… White-bro," she said quickly, trying to restore calm, "it's late. I should rest… you should rest too."

She stood up—

But after sitting too long, her legs had gone numb. Her balance slipped.

"Ow—!"

She fell.

White Ghost reacted instantly and caught her in his arms.

Because of the montum, she ended up resting against him—steady, safe… but suddenly very close.

They froze for a mont.

A familiar thought flashed through White Ghost's mind.

Why does this feel like the sa kind of accident as last ti…?

The squirrel stared at him at close range, stunned—then, flustered, she shut her eyes and buried her face against his chest.

Her small hands clutched his clothing, nervous and embarrassed.

White Ghost paused.

He could feel her trembling. He could feel how fast her heart was beating.

Then he exhaled and gently loosened his grip—careful and restrained.

"Sorry," he said quietly, his voice steady. "That was my fault. You almost fell."

The squirrel stayed like that for a second longer, then nodded quickly.

"I… I'm okay."

White Ghost helped her stand properly and supported her until the numbness faded from her legs.

"Go rest," he said. "You said you still have important work tomorrow."

The squirrel nodded rapidly.

"Yes… I do."

She hurried away, still red-faced, and disappeared into the corridor.

White Ghost stayed where he was, rubbing his forehead.

"…I really drank too much."

Morning

At dawn, White Ghost opened his eyes—he'd long since gotten used to waking early.

He washed up, put on his clothes, and stepped out.

In the dining room, Wanda had already prepared breakfast.

Not long after, Olga—still half-asleep—ca down to eat. Naqin also arrived.

As for the two in the lab, Wanda brought their food to them. Those two could forget to eat once machines were involved.

After breakfast, everyone returned to their own tasks.

White Ghost went to the bow and began swinging his great sword.

It was routine—sothing he did every day.

Each day of practice brought new insights. Over ti, it beca habit: train daily, no exceptions.

Whoosh—

A sword wave flew out and split the surface of the sea cleanly in two.

The newly arrived Tashigi stared, eyes wide.

"So this is a Great Swordsman…"

"And that is Vice Admiral White Ghost's black blade… 'Big Sword'?"

"The na isn't elegant, but that is absolutely a real black blade!"

White Ghost noticed her gaze and glanced at the sword at her waist—Shigure.

He crooked a finger.

"Use your sword. Attack . Let see your basics."

"Yes!" Tashigi drew her blade eagerly.

"I'm coming, Vice Admiral White Ghost!"

White Ghost didn't bother correcting her title again.

"Co."

"Hya—!"

Clang—clang—clang!

Over the following days, everyone wandered around Loguetown.

Now that they had Pure Gold, ti no longer felt urgent.

White Ghost said it himself: being happy mattered most.

When White Ghost wasn't training, he sotis gave pointers to Tashigi—who would later suffer endlessly under Smoker's brutal lifestyle.

Smoker, desperate to awaken Haki, challenged White Ghost repeatedly.

The crew happily sat aside and watched Smoker get beaten down again and again.

After several days, Smoker finally awakened Haki.

It wasn't stable yet—sotis it worked, sotis it didn't—but that was only a matter of practice.

At the ti, White Ghost even thought:

If Straw Hat Luffy arrives in Loguetown later… and Smoker lands an Armant punch—won't that be brutal?

About two weeks later, White Ghost set sail again, saying goodbye to the long-suffering Smoker.

During that ti, Franky successfully replaced his chanical arm.

After firing a single laser blast, he imdiately went limp.

Every man on the ship stared at him with shining eyes.

What man could resist a laser beam?

Now Franky and Ashie were using the new materials to upgrade more of his body—possibly inspired by Enel's "Zero Unit."

White Ghost had a feeling Franky was heading down a very specific path.

As for the longevity dicine Naqin and the squirrel doctor were researching, it had entered its final stage.

The squirrel doctor was exhausted daily, so White Ghost didn't disturb her.

Everyone handled their own work. Kuro steered the ship.

Long voyages were boring—if you weren't training, you were fishing.

White Ghost himself had been "banned" from entering certain cabins for a few days.

Not because of scandal—more because the crew collectively decided he needed to learn boundaries and stop being reckless when people were exhausted.

So for a few days, White Ghost slept alone.

"Captain!" Kuro called. "Pirates spotted ahead!"

White Ghost looked up.

A pirate ship—roughly the sa size—was approaching.

He frowned.

"I leave the East Blue and suddenly everyone's this bold? That old man Garp really is slipping…"

"Uta, Bai Hezi, A-Da, A-Er, Arthur—this ti, you move."

"Got it."

The Eldorago Pirates

Captain: Eldorago

Dark-skinned, wearing golden armor, over two ters tall, red-haired, massive and muscular.

Personality: Obsessed with gold to madness. For years he'd searched for the legendary golden great pirate Uunan, rumored to have hidden vast treasures sowhere—fate unknown.

Eldorago rolled gold coins in his hand and grinned.

He fell in love with the majestic ship instantly.

Kill them. Take the ship. Take the treasure.

A swordsman beside him muttered nervously:

"Captain… I've never heard of this ship. Sothing feels wrong."

Eldorago sneered.

"Probably nobles on a pleasure trip."

The crew's eyes lit up.

Gold.

White Ghost watched and clicked his tongue.

"What a waste… such a good Devil Fruit eaten by trash."

Uta and Bai Hezi launched first.