One Piece Admiral Silver Fox - Chapter 67
As Foxy used Observation Haki to scan his surroundings, he sensed an aura rapidly approaching. In no time, it was right next to him.
Holding his breath, Foxy couldn’t see anything wrapped in bandages, and his struggles were weak and futile.
“Quack…”
The duck seemed happy to see Foxy move. It spun around him twice and then used its beak to tear off the bandages covering Foxy’s head.
As the bandages came off, Foxy saw a pair of big round eyes and an orange beak. He was slightly taken aback—it was a duck, but one that looked quite abnormal.
Seeing Foxy’s bewilderment, the duck used its wings to lift the small bucket hanging around its neck, offering him the straw. It assumed Foxy was thirsty.
Having been unconscious for nearly four days, Foxy was parched and starving. His stomach felt empty.
“Quack…”
The duck quacked, signalling Foxy to drink from the straw.
Acting on instinct, Foxy bit the straw and started sucking, even though his chest felt like it was tearing apart, making his face pale.
After Foxy finished drinking, the duck dashed to a crack in the rocks and stuck its head in. Its plump backside wiggled comically outside.
In a moment, the duck returned, holding a piece of stale bread in its beak, which it placed before Foxy.
Staring in surprise at the mouldy bread and the innocent eyes of the duck, Foxy opened his mouth and bit into the bread despite the pain.
As the bread settled in his stomach, Foxy felt a bit of strength return.
The duck sat on the ground, watching Foxy curiously, occasionally tilting its head.
Making eye contact, Foxy couldn’t help but speak.
“Did you save me?”
“Quack…”
The duck nodded, understanding Foxy.
“Thank you.”
“Quack…”
The duck, like a little adult, patted Foxy’s head with its wing, as if comforting him.
Despite the ridiculousness of the scene, Foxy seriously regarded the duck. It seemed there were many ducks like this in Alabasta, ones that could run incredibly fast. He recalled that Princess Vivi’s mount in the Alabasta arc was such a duck.
He hadn’t expected to be saved by one.
“Can you help me untie the bandages?”
“Quack…”
The duck thought for a moment, then used its beak to quickly slice through the bandages, as sharp as a blade.
The duck then fetched the red cross box from the crack in the rocks, opened it to reveal some remaining bottles and jars, and pointed at Foxy with its wing, quacking.
“You mean you used these to help me?”
“Quack, quack…”
The duck nodded quickly, waving its wings.
Looking at the bottles and jars, Foxy glanced at his twisted left hand. Fortunately, his right hand was mostly fine. He gritted his teeth and reset the bones in his left hand with a series of cracking sounds, his face contorting in pain as he gasped for breath.
“Can you hold my right leg down?” Foxy asked weakly, looking at his broken right leg.
“Quack…”
The duck thought for a moment, then sat opposite Foxy and firmly grasped his right leg with its claws.
Taking a deep breath, Foxy gritted his teeth and snapped the bone back into place with a crack, his face twisting in agony.
Next was his sunken chest. Fortunately, the broken ribs hadn’t pierced his lungs or heart, and they seemed to be slowly healing, possibly due to his strong physique.
“Thank you,” Foxy said, leaning against the rocks, looking pale but grateful.
“Quack…”
The duck snorted, sucking in two strings of snot, then quacked loudly.
As the sun set, Foxy’s complexion gradually improved. The duck, however, seemed less energetic, sitting on the ground and staring off into the distance, looking melancholic.
“Hey! What are you looking at?”
“Quack…” The duck turned, eyes full of sadness, hinting at tears.
“Are you okay?”
“Quack…”
The duck stood, looked at Foxy, then fetched a piece of salted fish from the crack, placing it in front of Foxy before sitting back down, staring off forlornly.
Taken aback, Foxy picked up the salted fish and watched the duck, frowning in thought.
This duck had a story, he thought.
“Would you like some?”
“Quack…” The duck shook its head, signalling Foxy to eat.
As Foxy gnawed on the salted fish, he wondered if the duck was heartbroken. Why else would it seem so sad all of a sudden?
The world was indeed peculiar, with many animals possessing high intelligence.
As night fell, the duck sat dejectedly for about an hour, then suddenly perked up, quacked at Foxy, and dashed away.
Leaning against the rocks, Foxy tried to move his limbs, but every motion brought intense pain. He was seriously injured.
About ten minutes later, the duck returned, carrying a small bucket now filled with water.
“Quack…” It handed the bucket to Foxy, then lay down beside him, watching intently.
“Thanks.”
Drinking the water, Foxy felt a deep gratitude towards the duck. Without it, he might have died.
“Quack.”
“Do you have a name?”
“Quack…” The duck shook its head.
“You saved me, so we’re friends now. As long as I have food, you’ll have food. My name is Foxy. Since you don’t have a name, I’ll give you one.”
“Quack, quack…” The duck flapped its wings excitedly.
“In my world, there’s a famous duck named Donald Duck, one of Disney’s most famous characters. Though he has a short temper and bad luck, he’s kind-hearted and hardworking, just like you. So many people love him. From now on, you’ll be called Donald Duck. Foxy Donald Duck.”
Listening to Foxy’s story, the duck’s eyes sparkled.
It felt like Foxy’s story might be about its ancestor.
“Quack, quack…”
Donald Duck seemed delighted, clearly liking the name.
“Quack.”
“You want me to tell you Donald Duck’s stories?”
“Quack, quack.” Donald Duck nodded eagerly, his round black eyes full of anticipation.
“Alright, I’ll tell you.”
Foxy added his name to the ducks as a playful gesture, symbolizing that he would protect this creature.
As the night wore on, the starry sky resembled a flowing galaxy, occasionally streaked by shooting stars. In the vast desert, a duck listened intently to a human telling stories.
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