"The ship capsized?"
"Yeah. You and Garp are old comrades too, right? You know how powerful his fists are. Isn't it normal for the shockwaves to overturn a ship?"
Those words left Zephyr silent. Taken separately, every part of it sounded perfectly reasonable.
On the Grand Line, even the most experienced navigator could not guarantee absolute safety.
Before true natural disasters, human strength always seemed insignificant. Only real monsters could overcome them.
Garp's "Iron Fist" nickname had not come from nowhere. No one knew how many mountains he had punched through while training, and G1 Branch's ship graveyard still held Garp's warship bags.
Those scrapped warships were tools Garp normally used to temper his body. One punch from him overturning nearby ships was perfectly reasonable too, but putting those two things together made the whole situation rather absurd.
"What a coincidence."
Firefly Island's Log Pose needed six days to fully set. To prevent Roger from leaving immediately once it finished recording, Garp had used an unconventional method to travel quickly, cutting the voyage time by more than half.
Roger had predicted that Garp would move in an unconventional way, which was why he had estimated seven days. Still, he had ultimately underestimated just how absurd Garp could be.
There were still two days until the agreed delivery date.
Because of the distance, the goods were usually delivered to the nearby G6 Branch first. That only took two days of sailing, and the rest was the Marines' business.
It was perfectly reasonable for Oran to load the supplies onto a ship and prepare to depart at this time.
There were too many pirates in these waters. Obviously, they could not halt all activity just because one or two pirate crews showed up.
"How's the situation?"
"Not too bad. When I saw