The first half of the Grand Line.
Near a corner of the East Blue Calm Belt.
The sky was clear, with blue skies interspersed with white clouds.
The sea shimmered, while seabirds occasionally rose and fell.
Beneath the sunlight, clouds reflected and drifted across the seawater, while schools of coral fish darted through the colorful coral seabed.
Everything seemed so lively and vigorous, yet not far from this harmonious scene,
in this remote corner of the Grand Line, a magnificent spectacle was unfolding.
At that moment, the sky and sea reflected one another, while a beautiful Cloud Bridge connected the heavens to the ocean.
Fluffy white clouds lay above the sea, with sparkling waters below.
The enormous clouds resembled the steps leading to an immortal realm from some myth, filling anyone who saw them with heartfelt awe.
Sky and sea merged into one, bright sunlight shining upon the glittering waves.
The massive Cloud Bridge was clearly a man-made creation.
Amid this harmonious scene, more than a dozen ships bobbed upon the sea around where the enormous Cloud Bridge met the ocean.
"Everyone, be careful. We'll be crossing the Calm Belt next, and these are all essential supplies."
At the point where the enormous Cloud Bridge connected to the sea,
densely packed fish-men were working as laborers, receiving the crates drifting down from the Cloud Bridge.
One muscular fish-man after another dragged sealed canned goods into the sea.
Meanwhile, items that could not touch water, such as medical supplies, were carried aboard the ships.
Bon Clay had already completed Roy's task. Now, he stood at one end of the towering Cloud Bridge, looking down at the fish-men he had split away from Fish-Man Island.
According to Roy's plan, these hundreds of thousands of fish-men separated by Bon Clay would migrate from