This ocean, an ocean full of passion and dreams, finally gradually calmed down in people's memories.
Many years later, my family salvaged a sunken ship from the bottom of the sea. The owner of the ship, whose hull was almost invisible due to rust, was confirmed to be one of the most glorious men in the sea, the "last Yonko".
That afternoon, I held the diary salvaged from the old cabin, with yellowed paper but well-preserved, and sat under the big tree on the coast and read it carefully.
After turning the first page, I knew I was wrong. These beautiful words are more like a memoir than a diary. Such delicate brushwork, I think, must have come from a woman.
I read the last page quietly. The moment I closed the book, I finally understood what a shocking yet gentle story this was.
It belongs to the story of the "last four emperors", Trafalgar Law.
This "owner of the diary", I think, is a very good storyteller. When I closed the cover, what appeared in front of me was still the scene described in the diary, so vivid and vivid -