Although Beyonders were no secret among pirates, that did not mean every pirate was a Beyonder. It was like how Devil Fruits were no secret on the Grand Line, yet not every pirate was a Devil Fruit user.
On top of that, the average education level among low-ranking pirates was dropping out of kindergarten—actually, dropping out of prenatal education, though Vice Admiral Iceberg had single-handedly raised the average. Asking them to master occult means of communication like Ritual Magic was truly asking too much.
That was precisely why, aside from the very few pirates whose specialties matched the task, most pirate scouts had only simple ways of sending messages: trained seabirds, or fish capable of tracking particular scents.
But whether messenger fish or seabirds, neither could be released from a vessel already traveling at over three hundred knots—though releasing them to their deaths would not be a problem.
More than thirty pirates from different pirate crews could only stare speechlessly at the sea flashing past on both sides. Who could have imagined that an ordinary job would turn into something this bizarre?
Not every passenger had come up to the deck, however. After roughly figuring out what had happened, several servants returned to their cabins to report the unbelievable events unfolding aboard the ship to their masters.
Bang, bang, bang!
Amid a rapid series of knocks, the door to First-Class Cabin No. 23 opened. The servant passed the maid who had opened the door and was about to enter when a familiar voice came from the bedroom.
"Pilar, what happened outside?"
"Sir, this is bad! This ship has been controlled by some kind of witchcraft! It's flying—flying incredibly fast! Someone tried to jump overboard and was smashed to death on the sea! Those people are acting strange too! They