Golden Lion summoned the captains of his main fleet in the Polar Sea, along with several Great Pirates who were temporarily willing to work with him.
Besides celebrating and discussing what came next, Golden Lion also wanted to use the gathering to bring these Great Pirates fully under his command.
The war entered a brief lull, and the entire Navy withdrew to Marine Headquarters.
Marine Headquarters was also holding a meeting of its senior officers.
At the same time, a small boat carrying a Reserve Navy landed on Gran Island.
"If I haven't gone the wrong way, this should be Gran Island, near Frances Island. There should be four other islands nearby under Golden Lion's command."
Morito tilted his head and looked around. Any island that caught Golden Lion's eye was bound to have something special about it.
Frances Island was famous for producing wine.
Morito didn't know what Gran Island was known for, but it was certainly a prosperous island.
Yet at that moment, the vast harbor held only his tiny wooden boat, which was on the verge of falling apart.
This was completely at odds with the bustling archipelago of the Polar Sea!
"Did I go the wrong way? Have I ended up on some unknown deserted island?"
The thought flashed through Morito's mind, but he immediately dismissed it.
With a harbor this large and a floor paved with bluestone, how could this be a deserted island?
A moment later, Morito's suspicions were confirmed.
A gang of more than thirty pirates, fully armed and gripping their guns, charged into the harbor. Their black muzzles aimed straight at Morito.
"So he really is just a Reserve Navy?"
The pirate leader looked around. There was no one else.
He jerked his chin at Morito. "Kid, do you know where