"Hoh!"
"The Beasts Pirates really do look quite vicious!"
By the time the Marine fleet approached Risky Red Island, quite a few pirates had already gathered along its shores. At the eastern dock, rather than panicking and fleeing at the sight of the warships, the pirates boarded the pirate ships moored by the coast under the command of a Beasts Pirates officer.
Black pirate flags billowed in the sea breeze as pirate ships of all shapes and sizes sailed out of the harbor. For a moment, the entire dock was packed with vessels, and one pirate ship after another charged toward the Marine fleet.
"Whoa!"
"What a spectacle!"
At the very front of the Marine fleet, Garp stood at the bow. He raised a hand to look toward the scene at Risky Red Island's dock and could not help smiling in admiration.
It had been many years. Since the battle at God Valley, Garp had not seen such a grand scene in a long time.
Over the years, the pirates active across the world had been scattered and disorganized. A pirate crew with a hundred or so members was already considered a large fleet.
A force on the scale of the Beasts Pirates was likely something only a handful of pirate crews in the present-day New World could match.
At this stage, the Beasts Pirates already possessed the beginnings of a Four Emperors crew. Their forces were vast, and their strength formidable.
Facing the Marine fleet led by Garp and Zephyr, they showed no fear at all. Instead, they charged straight at the Marines.
"But rushing at us so recklessly... aren't they underestimating the Marines a little too much?"
As Garp spoke, the smile on his face gradually faded. He bared his teeth slightly and spoke in a low voice.