Sunlight pierced through the dark clouds.
The gloom blanketing the sky slowly faded away.
The weather on the Grand Line was always so unpredictable.
Roy lay back in a deck chair the soldiers had dried, holding a coconut in his arms and leisurely basking in the sun.
Ah!
Spandam kept washing himself on the deck with fresh water.
The marine soldier beside him poured the last bucket of water over his head.
Now, the World Government and Marine Headquarters had ordered all forces pursuing pirates to head to Churumbados and encircle the Whitebeard Pirates.
Setting aside those pirates who had escaped from the Marineford battlefield.
The location chosen by the World Government and the Marines for this operation against the Whitebeard Pirates caught Roy's attention.
"Hahaha, Roy, we'll definitely complete this mission perfectly! Wiping out one of Whitebeard's allied pirate crews would count as an enormous achievement, even among all the pursuing forces!"
Roy looked speechlessly at Spandam, who was wiping his hair while staring into space and grinning foolishly.
Having witnessed the pinnacle of power, Spandam had spent his entire life chasing the poison called authority.
For a companion he had chosen himself, Roy felt that Spandam was truly rather embarrassing.
Roy looked at the order in his hand, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
For Roy, this was the perfect chance to expand the power under his control.
This order was good news for Roy, but terrifying news for Spandam.
Horror and despair filled Spandam's face. His pupils contracted, his breathing quickened, and fear began to devour his reason.
"No, I don't want to face that monster Whitebeard!
People will die! Facing that monster will really get people killed!"
"Are they pulling every force from the first half of the Grand Line to wipe out the Whitebeard