As Rayleigh briefly recounted Roger and Garp's first grudge, the pirates aboard burst into roaring laughter.
In this world, although many admired facing an opponent head-on, among pirates, any method that achieved one's goal was worthy of praise and bragging.
Something like Roger avoiding a direct confrontation yet still stealing the Marine Fleet Admiral's flagship was an even more glorious tale worth boasting about.
"Because this incident made the Marines lose all face, they didn't publicize it afterward and quietly suppressed the matter. We, on the other hand, modified the Philip from back then. After sailing it for several years, it was sunk when Garp and the Warring States Period joined forces against us in a battle with the Marines."
Rayleigh finished with a regretful sigh. "Come to think of it, that really was a good ship."
From afar came an endless thunderous rumbling. Amid the deafening noise, one corner of the island collapsed.
The Roger Pirates quickly turned their gazes in that direction. The air itself seemed to freeze. It was the purest clash of Haki; even from here, they could sense it clearly. One could only imagine what it would have felt like at the scene.
Yet no one among the Roger Pirates suggested going to help. This was Roger's own grudge, so naturally, he had to bring it to an end himself.
The battle did not last as long as everyone had imagined. As two fist strikes that tore through the sky collided, the entire uninhabited island finally collapsed under the strain.
Amid booming thunder, the uninhabited island, dozens of miles across, sank into the depths of the sea. Waves surged up alongside thick smoke.
When the Oro Jackson arrived shortly afterward, Roger was hugging a plank and grinning foolishly. It was clearly the wreckage of the