At sunrise, the inner-bay port of Mad Hatter Island came under a fierce artillery attack.
The shells that screamed through the air far exceeded the pirates at the docks' understanding, whether in speed or power.
Boom—!
In the blink of an eye, accompanied by a violent explosion, another pirate ship was sunk.
The pirates on the dock instantly erupted in fury.
"One warship, and they still dare to act so arrogantly? Wait, there are two!!"
"Who cares if there's one or two? Sink them quickly!"
"It's been ages since we've run into such arrogant Marines. They actually dared to enter the inner bay... They're asking to die!"
"There wasn't even any cannon fire. How did those shells get here?"
Amid the commotion, one pirate frowned in confusion, pulled the goggles with a slight telescopic function down over his eyes, and followed the shells' trajectory to look toward their point of origin.
What entered his sight was a scene that nearly scared him out of his wits.
"A person—it's a person!!!"
The pirate let out an utterly terrified scream.
The pirates hurrying around him looked toward their companion and cursed.
"Have you lost your mind? If it isn't a person, what else could it be—a ghost?"
Then they saw that their supposedly deranged companion's legs were trembling. He plopped down on the floor, his terrified face twisted as though he had seen a ghost.
What was going on?
The surrounding pirates were baffled.
The pirate who had been scared into sitting on the ground began to tremble like a sieve.
"These shells were all thrown over by hand, and—and..."
The pirate seemed about to suffocate, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not get the rest of his words out.
A few meters away, a fierce-looking man could no