"This was the kind of spectacle I wanted to see!"
Morgans couldn't fly, so Arne carried him. His wings flapped excitedly in time with his mood.
"A massive clash between the Marines and pirates! How many years has it been since we've seen a spectacle like this? And it's a naval battle, too! Naval battles are what make the sea so captivating!"
He'd already decided what headline to give this issue of the paper.
His camera kept clicking as he snapped picture after picture.
This was supposed to be Arne's job. They could manage without the old Birdman, but Morgans couldn't contain himself and wanted to see it with his own eyes.
He was only slowing Arne down.
"Those hotheads have all gone down! The Marines' first strike was a great success."
Having seen plenty of Big News, the former pirate—who had once been on the same prison ship as Joker—had gained quite a bit of experience himself.
He knew that stuffing a knife into a wound could cause an infection.
Then again, pirates sent to Impel Down all had to be dunked in boiling water. Did that count as disinfection?
The one in command was probably Tsuru. She was an old Marine, like Sengoku, and both were known as brilliant strategists.
Morgans chattered away, his expression feverish.
"And there's Zephyr. Their generation of Marines must have had all their brains sucked out by those three, or we wouldn't have ended up with someone like Garp."
"Isn't Garp the Hero of the Marines?"
"Being a hero and being brainless aren't mutually exclusive!"
"Just wait and see. Tsuru's probably got more tricks up her sleeve. If she can break the pirates' spirit in one fell swoop, the Marines can keep their casualties to a minimum."
"Quick, let's get closer!"
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