The Marines seemed used to this sort of thing.
Or rather, the Marines under Garp's command had often encountered pirates attacking civilians.
That was why they could get to work in an orderly fashion as soon as they came ashore. The Marine doctors quickly entered the town to treat the wounded, while the other soldiers searched the village.
Of course, they weren't searching for treasure. They were looking for people who were wounded but still alive.
Some of the Marines were also collecting the bodies of the Fishmen and villagers.
Watching all this, Dunn turned around and looked out at the sea behind him. His expression was calm, but his empty right hand slowly clenched into a fist.
He felt no sense of belonging to this world.
As someone from the real world, he always felt out of place here.
Even when he'd killed pirates before, it hadn't felt real to him.
But now, seeing people he'd met a few times die at the hands of pirates had left him in a foul mood.
Faint footsteps sounded behind him.
The young woman walked over, leading a little girl by the hand.
"Thank you. You saved our village—and my little sister!"
The young woman looked at Dunn's tall back, her eyes full of gratitude.
"You don't need to thank me."
Dunn knew the two of them had approached. Though he didn't turn around, he could clearly make out their expressions.
The young woman looked grateful, while the little girl looked frightened.
"I'm a Pirate Hunter. I only came here to catch pirates and claim the bounty."
Dunn added that much.
The young woman had clearly never been in a situation like this before. She didn't seem to know how to respond to Dunn's answer.
Her face flushed as she stared at