"Why did he have to calmly accept such unfair treatment, Mr. Tom? I don't understand!"
Iceburg clutched his junior apprentice's body tightly with both hands, his muscles trembling uncontrollably.
Then, the courtroom doors were pushed open, and a man swaggered in with his subordinates.
"Ha ha ha ha! Fish-Man Tom, since you've confessed, come with me!"
The man laughed smugly. "This Judicial Ship is far too slow. Let's take that Sea Train you worked so hard to build. It'll get us to Enies Lobby faster, where you—ha ha ha ha—where you, a great criminal, can face justice's judgment!"
It was that bastard!
Iceburg recognized the man. He was the government agent who had come looking for Mr. Tom. After he arrived, Mr. Tom had entrusted the blueprints for Pluto to him.
It was that bastard!
Thinking over what had happened, Iceburg understood. That bastard had been pulling strings behind the scenes!
But it probably wasn't just him. The government was the one giving the orders from behind the curtain!
Even someone as calm as Iceburg couldn't help clenching his fists. What could he do?
"Iceburg, calm down!"
Tom shouted, "I'll be fine. Take care of yourself, and that kid too."
Iceburg fell silent.
That was right. What could he do?
"Ha ha ha ha! You'll be fine?"
Spandam burst out laughing. "Come on, Tom. Time to go."
He waved a hand. The agents stepped forward, shackled Tom's hands and feet, then escorted him out of the courtroom and toward the station to board the Sea Train.
They left.
But the courtroom erupted.
The people couldn't understand what was going on.
They were furious. They cursed.
But it was useless.
At last, the Sea Train rumbled away, carrying its creator toward the end of his life.
Iceburg dropped helplessly to his