246 One Piece: My Name is Jack

When Shiryu and the others regained consciousness, they found themselves on a small island. 

Hancock slowly came to as well, only to realize that her hands and feet were shackled. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free. Frustrated, she lashed out at Jack with a furious glare.

"You insolent brute! Filthy scum!"

"Release me this instant!"

"If you dare keep me like this, I swear I'll turn you into stone!"

...

"Hmph..."

"Oi! You lot, make sure that meat is cooked properly!"

Jack stood up and strode toward Hancock. Without warning, he grabbed her and lifted her into his arms.

"I'm going to make sure this woman understands her place."

"Still calling yourself 'royal we'? What do you think you are, the Empress Dowager?"

"You'll soon learn who's in charge here. Just behave, and it'll be easier for you."

"Jack-san! Need any help? Nyaa~"

Pizarro eyed Hancock hungrily, stroking his chin with a greedy smirk.

"Help?"

"Get lost. I don't need any."

Watching Jack carry Hancock into the forest, Pizarro clicked his tongue in jealousy.

"Tch, tch! That's the most beautiful woman in the world right there!"

"Jack sure is lucky! Nyaa~"

"I'm envious. Nyaa~!"

"Hmph."

Shiryu lit a cigar, his expression unreadable as he glanced at Pizarro.

"Lust is natural for men, but you should be careful about who you direct it toward."

"Pizarro, as your crewmate, let me give you a piece of advice—if you value your life and your... interests, don't provoke a lunatic who doesn't play by the rules."

Pizarro glanced downward, his face darkening. He swallowed hard and obediently focused on roasting the meat.

...

Jack kicked aside some brush and laid down animal pelts he had prepared in advance.

"You... you brute! What do you intend to do?!"

"What do you think?"

Hancock might not have been significantly more beautiful than Yamato or Black Maria, but her aura was what set her apart—regal and untouchable, like a true queen. Of course, that kind of presence often had unintended consequences…

Seeing the fear and shame in Hancock's expression as she demanded answers, Jack grinned.

"Do you really need me to spell it out?"

"Don't worry. I can use Seimei Kikan."

"W-What are you saying?!"

"Stay away from me!"

Panic flashed across Hancock's face as she struggled with all her might. Unfortunately, compared to Jack, her strength was utterly insignificant.

Pinned down, she finally felt genuine fear creeping in. Her usual arrogance vanished, replaced by desperation as she pleaded with Jack.

She instinctively tried to shield her back, doing everything she could to keep that shameful mark from his sight.

"Oh?"

"Tch, what the hell?"

"So you're the same as Yamato, huh?"

Jack's eyes lingered on the mark on Hancock's back, his thoughts drifting to the tattoos he'd seen on Aladdin and his crew.

Then, a strange smile crept across his face.

"Her Majesty the Empress… I imagine you wouldn't want anyone else seeing that mark, would you?"

"You—!"

Hancock's eyes widened in horror.

...

Boom!

Shiryu was the first to withdraw his Observation Haki. The others followed suit—except for Pizarro, who still hadn't pulled back his own.

Boom!

A massive spiked club slammed into the ground beside Pizarro, sending a chill down his spine. Cold sweat dripped down his face as he quickly averted his gaze and obediently continued roasting the meat.

...

The fight was over.

Jack glanced at Hancock, who was still pretending to be unconscious.

"Relax. In a few years, I'll personally bring down Mary Geoise."

"If you're interested, you can come and watch."

"Oh, right. There's a Den Den Mushi in my back pocket. Use it to contact your crew if you want."

"I'll be leaving soon with my men. There's food on the beach—you should eat something to regain your strength."

"Don't worry, I won't bother you anymore. Just remember—our relationship is strictly pure."

With that, Jack turned and left the battlefield, his heavy footsteps fading into the distance.

Hancock, still lying there, couldn't stop the tears that silently streamed down her face.

...

After finishing their meal, Jack gathered his crew and used his Clouds to carry them away from the island.

Then, all of a sudden, a thought struck him.

In his excitement earlier, he might not have been as careful as he should have been.

"Damn… was that really on target?"