A clear, sunny day, the coast of one of the islands on the Grand Line. The Roger Pirates moored at an abandoned beach.

A blond man was the first to emerge from the deck, walking leisurely and confidently along the beach.

— Ah. It's a good weather today.

Rayleigh said looking around. Despite the fact that his facial expression was rather neutral and a little bit serious, for a couple of moments a slight smile appeared on his face.

...The blond-haired pirate with the scar on his eye didn't seem to notice your presence...