Bogart, unaware that he had inadvertently become a master prophet, was still diligently directing the Marines under his command toward the Goa Kingdom in the East Blue.
It couldn't be helped. Expecting Garp to understand navigation, command, or how to operate a ship was even more absurd than expecting every Celestial Dragon to truly be wise and mighty World Nobles. That damned old man couldn't even read!
"Hm?! What was that? Another sun? And that was... a giant dragon!"
A massive dragon-shaped figure flew across the sky, clutching a large beast in its claws, while a small sun danced beside it.
After circling for a while, the dragon opened its mouth, and the sun flew straight inside, looking as though it had been swallowed by the dragon.
"Is that the dragon called Sancho? The Dragon Hunting Pirates' second-in-command!" As Garp's adjutant, Bogart's greatest strength was his vast knowledge and excellent memory, making up for Garp's lack of brains.
Besides, Sancho's race was one of a kind across the entire sea! With strength close to—or perhaps already at—the highest level on the seas, there was no way Bogart could forget her.
"Why is that dragon here? The direction she's heading... is the Goa Kingdom!" Watching the dragon's course, Bogart's heart skipped a beat. He immediately called out to the Marines under him, "Full speed ahead! To the Goa Kingdom!"
Bogart knew that the dragon belonged to Doflamingo's Dragon Hunting Pirates, and that Doflamingo had countless ties with the Marines. His actions had always had some limits. Under normal circumstances, he should not do anything to Vice Admiral Garp's hometown.
But then again, better safe than sorry. Besides, a Great Pirate at the level of a Shichibukai appearing in a little pond like the East Blue was already suspicious enough!
Whoosh! Splash!