“That was maybe a party.” Nami yawns. “My goodness these guys can celebrate.” Joren laughs. "I think ... I'm drunk." Sanji, who leads his Joren, because she sways dangerously back and forth, says amused. “I think so too.” Zorro brings up the rear of the exuberant group. His eyes shine with wine. “Yes, you can't imagine that if you cut up such a sea serpent, you will be celebrated as a hero.” Luffy grins at Usopp. “But it's great!” They spent two days celebrating. Even the toughest pirate has his limits. Exhausted, the crew takes refuge on the flying lamp. No party, just a good night's sleep.

Zorro rubs his aching head. His stomach growls, but he's not hungry. With clenched teeth he hisses: “Damn rum!” He crawls out of the hammock. Look around the bedroom. None of his friends move. "Damn it," he gasps again and storms up the stairs to the deck.He's in a hurry, after all, he has to go through his head again for the last two days.

“Damn it.” He rubs his stomach. “Never again.” He blinks. The sun blinds him. It's already afternoon. "Hey guys, come up." No answer. It stays calm on deck. Growling, because his mood is really not the best today, he goes below deck to the boys' bedroom and gives Luffy a head-butt. "Get up lazy fellow. We have to go on again. Slept enough." But Luffy falls off the mat and remains motionless on the floor. Zorro pauses. Something is wrong here. Something is missing. It's too quiet. But why, what is missing, which sound? Zorro draws in air. The sound when people breathe. Nobody breathes in this room. Zorro's eyes widen. He grabs Luffy, pulls him up. Face his face with the palm of your hand. "Come on, stop the nonsense. That's not funny." He carelessly lets the captain fall back to the ground.He stands panting with the women in the room, in which there is the same dead silence. "What's going on here? Damn it. Wake up. Nami!" He shakes the navigator. Nothing. Panicked, he storms onto the deck, turns, looks around. What should he do now? Are all dead? Has it been poisoned? He falls on his knees. "Somebody's going to pay for that, I swear ..." His howl thunders across the sea and somewhere in a world of shadows a girl smiles. "The net is thrown out, let's wait and see. Soon the fish will trap us."

"Hey buddy, did you sleep off your intoxication?" The round, red-nosed landlord waves to Zorro. His laughter fades as he examines the swordsman with a fearful look. "Friend, what have you got? Why on the move with your sword drawn? Hey ..." Zorro grabs the plump, short man with the little hair by the apron. "My friends ... my friends are dead. And you poisoned them!" The landlord begins to fidget, fishes with his fingers for a bottle, cannot grab it and knocks it over.“Malle, what's going on here?” Standing in the doorway is an elderly man, elegantly dressed, with a curved mustache. "Dr. Joses, please ..." Zorro gives the short host one. “We're closed.” He glared at the troublemaker. "Young friend, maybe I should take a look at your friends before they kill an old comrade of mine who hasn't even killed a fly in his life." Zorro lifts the little man off the counter again. "Then go. But you come with me, little maggot." The landlord ducks in front of him. But the right one is sitting. Whining, he is dragged by the angry swordsman to Flying Lamp. The doctor follows them with moderate steps. Again and again Zorro and the landlord Malle have to stop so that the doctor doesn't get lost. Zorro snaps impatiently at the doctor, asking if it can be done any faster. He just raises his hand and laughs.

“On a word.” Zorro follows the tall, slender man into the galley. "Your friends have a temperature of 37.5 degrees. Constant.“Zorro looks at him.” You are no longer breathing. “The doctor nods.” But the body does not begin to deteriorate. Your friends should slowly freeze, get colder, or at least lose their color. But look at them, they look like they're sleeping. "Zorro throws a look at the upper deck through the open door. His friends lie open on deck while the landlord crouches crying at the main mast." What is going on here? “The doctor shrugs his shoulders.” My friend, I don't know. But I know someone who has experience with unusual things. "Zorro glares at him." Maybe you can still save her? "The doctor shrugs his shoulders again." You have to see an old friend of mine. She may be able to help you. I will describe the way for you. You're lucky, she lives on an island just two islands away from this one. "

It is not easy to steer a sailing ship alone. But what else can he do? With a grim expression he lifts the anchor and sets course for the described island.Again and again he looks at the lifeless bodies of his friends. His face grows even darker.