After the Big Mom Pirates' assault, which had nearly encircled the island, continued for six hours, they still hadn't broken through the giant-rock area. After six hours of intense slaughter, both sides were inevitably exhausted, both mentally and physically. The Big Mom Pirates therefore withdrew from the giant-rock area and returned to their ships.
Behind the giant-rock area, all kinds of miscellaneous supplies were piled beneath the rocks to make it easier for members of the Donquixote Family to climb up. This was the defenders' advantage: they could climb onto the rocks without suffering too many casualties. Anyone climbing up from the outside, however, had to brave both lead bullets and blades chopping down at them.
Several pirates sat in a circle, their gazes dull as they mechanically chewed their food.
"Should we... run?"
One member of the Donquixote Family spoke up. His breathing was hurried, and a trace of light appeared in his dull eyes.
Several nearby pirates shuddered and warily surveyed their surroundings.
"If this keeps up, we'll die here sooner or later. I joined the Donquixote Family because I didn't want to be cannon fodder. I wanted to become..."
This pirate's nerves were clearly already fraying, and he was on the verge of reaching his breaking point.
"But..."
Another pirate had just begun to speak when terror appeared in his eyes.
Bang!
The gunshot rang across the shore. The pirate who had suggested fleeing had his mouth slightly open, a bloody hole appearing in his forehead.
With a thud, the pirate who had suggested fleeing collapsed.
"My life belongs to Young Master. Anyone who runs dies."
A scar-faced pirate shoved his pistol back into his waistband and chewed on some easy-to-preserve rations.
"Of... of course. Our lives were all given to us by Young Master. This guy