Three days later, a warship docked at the bay harbor directly in front of the headquarters fortress.
This was a genuine War Beast! Not that gaudy slut of a ship Garp had!
The deck was lined with gun emplacements, its flags flew high, and the soldiers carried their rifles neatly over their shoulders, gleaming under the sunlight!
This warship had come to take Ron... and the others to Hell Island.
Twice a year, for three months each time, it traveled back and forth between Hell Island and Marine Headquarters under the command of a Division Vice Admiral. It had been in service for over twenty years. In the scrubbed-clean portions of its hull, traces of seaweed, green algae, and claw marks could still vaguely be seen, covered in the mottled scars left by time. The red rust on its cannons and the faded yet clean military flags gave off an overwhelming air of iron and blood!
Ron found the man handing over command of the warship to Momonga at the harbor very familiar. He was none other than one of the five vice admirals who had taken part in the Enies Lobby Buster Call, the elite Marine Hawk who had captured Marco when he was distracted during the Summit War—Vice Admiral Onigumo!
Though he did not care about anyone else's sense of justice, Ron still breathed a sigh of relief upon learning that the leader of their group would be the usually mild-mannered Vice Admiral Momonga.
It made no difference anyway. Who wanted to face a deadpan superior all day long?
Just look at those soldiers. They were practically more afraid of Onigumo than pirates!
"Thank you for your hard work, Vice Admiral Onigumo!"
Momonga paid no attention to Onigumo's expression. He stepped forward and solemnly saluted him.
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