On the shore of an uninhabited island, a small boat slowly sailed away.
Morito had left, sailing away in the small boat everyone had helped make. There was also some fresh water and food aboard.
Pirates helping a stranded Marine?
It seemed unbelievable, but that was the Roger Pirates.
On the beach, Roger patted Shanks on the shoulder. "Don't look so serious. You'll have another chance to see him."
"Captain, that guy is really strong."
Shanks stared fixedly at the small boat as it gradually disappeared from view.
Morito had already left an indelible mark on his heart, like a shackle fastened around him.
For Shanks, this was both a good thing and a bad thing.
If he could defeat Morito, he would break through his shackles and become stronger. If he couldn't beat him, it would probably affect the rest of his life.
It was like the wound Blackbeard Teach had left on his face. Whenever he thought of that battle, the wound would ache faintly.
"Shanks, never compare yourself to others. The only person you need to defeat is yourself."
With that, Roger laughed and walked away, leaving Shanks alone with his thoughts.
Morito was a little disappointed that he hadn't seen Roger's strength or witnessed the mightiest form of Observation Haki, the Voice of All Things.
But he soon put the matter out of his mind.
As the small boat sailed into the Polar Sea, a great deal of sunken wreckage and corpses appeared on the surface of the water. Some belonged to the Marines, and others to pirates.
The battle between Marine Headquarters and the Golden Lion was still ongoing.
Apart from the large-scale battle on the first day, the fighting had now shifted to the six islands in the Polar Sea controlled by the