When Carlos returned to the Nethermoon, the ship was already nearly half-surrounded. Marine warships flanked both sides behind the stern, and they had begun firing their cannons.
Fortunately, the terrible weather severely reduced the cannons' accuracy. The occasional stray shot was intercepted by Carlos's crewmates, so the hull had not suffered any damage. But if this continued, even the best defense would eventually fail, and the Nethermoon would inevitably be damaged.
Eight warships—no matter how large and well-defended the Nethermoon was, enduring continuous bombardment was extremely dangerous. There was even a risk of sinking.
A ship was the most important thing for Pirates sailing the seas. Carlos had put tremendous effort into building the Nethermoon; if it were sunk, there would be no way to rebuild it anytime soon. He needed to resolve this unwarranted disaster quickly.
Carlos planned to have a proper talk with Kizaru and the other Marine officers. It would naturally be best if they could settle things peacefully through words; otherwise, fighting so many warships and Marines would be a hard battle.
If they could not reach an agreement, Carlos would truly lose his temper. The Divine Eye Pirates were not made of clay!
Carlos's intention was to avoid clashing with the Marines if possible. Otherwise, before he joined the World Government under the name Black Alliance and became an affiliated nation, the Marines would likely harass him endlessly.
After returning to the Nethermoon and giving a few orders, Carlos stepped through the air into the raging wind and rain, heading straight for Kizaru's flagship.
Carlos would not easily reveal the information that he possessed spatial abilities. Otherwise, it would be far too easy for someone to pin the blame on him in the future.
"Vice Admiral Borsalino, someone is coming. He can walk through