The azure sea had been dyed red with blood, while charred corpses gave off a nauseating stench.
Greedy vultures circled overhead, waiting for the moment the war ended.
"Foreman, Joseph, you two dare to openly attack the Marines? Aren't you afraid Marine Headquarters will mobilize a fleet to encircle and wipe you out? If you retreat now, I can still pretend none of this ever happened."
Glancing at the tragic scenes aboard the warship from the corner of his eye, Commodore Morgan felt as though venomous snakes were gnawing at his heart. Those young soldiers were the future of the Marines. They should not have died so meaninglessly like this.
He had indeed been careless, because he had never imagined pirates would be mad enough to launch an attack against the Marines in the first half of the Grand Line.
Pirates openly attacking the Marines was not uncommon, at least not in the Four Blues and the New World.
But this was the first half of the Grand Line, the part of the Grand Line where the Marines truly held absolute dominion!
Moreover, unlike ordinary raids on towns, openly attacking a warship was a grave crime the Marines could not tolerate most of all.
Any pirate who dared challenge the authority of the Marines would be wiped out in the shortest possible time to ensure that the Marines' prestige remained untarnished. He refused to believe these two pirates did not know that.
"Look! Look! Commodore Morgan, who once chased us into fleeing everywhere and looked down on scum like us, actually has a day when he has to threaten and beg for mercy. This is truly delightful!" Foreman's wild laughter and shouts set the surrounding pirates laughing as well.
Seeing those lofty Marines reduced to such a miserable state was