"Ghost Princess"

Moria hated fat people. Everyone under his command knew that.

So the moment he said that, his only subordinate, Absalom, knew the Marines had escaped the worst of it.

Since Moria had no interest in turning them into zombies, their punishment would end there. After all, the Shichibukai and the Marines were allies.

"Hee-hee-hee! Absalom."

Under Hake's terrified gaze, Moria released him and straightened up. "Go. Tie them all to the gun turrets and leave them drifting for a few days and nights. Maybe that'll teach them what to do the next time they see my ship."

"Yes, Master."

Absalom bowed, then turned and waved. The zombies sprang into action, dragging the Marines toward the gun turrets.

Absalom hoisted Hake over his shoulder. The major, who weighed over three hundred pounds, immediately began shrieking like a pig being slaughtered.

Moria leaned against the railing, wineglass in hand, and watched with a grin. He was about to drain his wine when, with a creak, a cabin door across from him opened and someone stepped out.

Hm? Another Marine?

Moria raised an eyebrow and flicked a finger. His shadow stretched across the deck, splitting into two thick ropes that shot toward the cabin door.

Just then, the figure pulled back his hood, dusted himself off, and looked up.

Crack!

The wineglass shattered in Moria's hand, splashing wine all over him. He paid it no mind. His eyes went wide as he stared at the figure before him, his mouth hanging open...

How could it be him?

Hadn't the papers said he was in the New World not long ago? How had he gotten back to West Blue so quickly?

There was no time to think. In a split second, Moria made his decision and stamped his foot, pulling back the shadows just