Standing before the window of his office and gazing at the distant harbor, now even livelier than before, Bright did not marvel at Fish-Man Island's development. He only felt that the Navy and the government had to be plotting something.
Although things had been calm lately, he did not believe the Navy and the World Government would simply pretend nothing had happened.
Unlike pirates who wandered the seas, he had remained on Fish-Man Island, even appearing in public every day. Other than their routine calls and pointless wrangling with him, the government had done nothing.
Was that normal?
Of course it was not.
So he could make a few deductions.
What if it was not that the government had done nothing, but that they had already acted and he simply did not know about it?
That was entirely possible.
So what kind of action would the government—or rather, the Navy—take?
There had been no movement so far, which meant they had already given up on making a grand show of demanding answers, or simply arresting him outright.
Could they be planning some sort of covert method?
Sending spies to Fish-Man Island to secretly gather evidence, then openly coming to make trouble?
Or were they simply preparing to send someone to assassinate him?
Should he tighten immigration inspections? Maybe get a large X-ray machine and put it at the entrance. There should be technology like that out at sea, right?
Bright pondered this.
After all, trouble might not appear right away, but it would always come eventually.
Unable to figure it out, Bright could not be bothered to keep thinking. Hadn't Shyarly said so? There was no need to worry.
If she said it was fine, then it had to be fine.
He would just let things take their course.
That