Wulalalala... Wulalalala...
The shipwrights of Water Seven heard wave after wave of fishman-like cries coming from the massive ship. They exchanged helpless looks, then could only sigh silently and continue their work.
They were suffering inside. The Marines were about to wage war against the Whitebeard Pirates, yet as shipwrights, they had no choice but to remain in this most dangerous place, carrying out the Moby Dick's final modifications and refinements.
There was no helping it—circumstances were stronger than people. As one of the strongest pirates on these seas, there were not many who dared oppose Whitebeard. They did not dare, and neither did many people in all of Water Seven.
Things had been better when Roger was around. But now that the Roger Pirates had left, Whitebeard and his men had become the overlords of Water Seven.
Wielding their tools, they could only pray that the Marines would arrive later, so they would not get caught in the crossfire.
"Hey, stop what you're doing and head into the city to take shelter." A voice suddenly rang out. The shipwrights looked up to see a figure crouching on the ship's railing, speaking to them.
"Lord Jozu!" One of the shipwrights recognized him. "Could it be...?"
"Yeah, the Marines have arrived. We can't guarantee your safety during the battle, so leave while you can. Once we drive them off, you can come back and continue repairing the ship!"
"Th-thank you so much!" The shipwright hurriedly expressed his gratitude, then called to his companions and ran toward the city without looking back.
Watching the shipwrights flee in haste, Jozu smiled. A moment later, his smile faded. When he turned to look toward the open sea behind him, Marine warships emerged from the sea mist one after another.
"We can already see