"What we need to do next is have me, Shanks, Whitebeard, and Charlotte Linlin take the nautical charts and head in four different directions. We'll use Observation Haki to conduct a carpet search for the Mirage Clams, then contact each other through Transponder Snails."
"Once we confirm their locations, we must strike simultaneously, injuring or even killing the Mirage Clams."
"However, let me remind you: if anyone harbors ulterior motives during this process, misses this opportunity, and alerts the sleeping Mirage Clams, they will hide and relocate ahead of time. When that happens, it will be nothing more than wishful thinking to completely eliminate the danger in these waters."
As Scopper Gaban's warning faded, the atmosphere on the scene tightened once more.
This rare temporary alliance existed for one purpose: to safely cross these waters.
No one was willing to believe that something would go wrong at such a critical moment.
"Hmph, Gaban, don't worry. I don't want to waste time either. Give me the nautical chart." Charlotte Linlin snorted impatiently.
Red-Haired Shanks gave an awkward laugh and motioned for Benn Beckman and the others to take out the nautical charts and distribute them.
"I'll take the west, Whitebeard takes the east, Charlotte Linlin takes the north, and Mr. Gaban, you'll take the south. Contact each other through Transponder Snails if anything happens. We must succeed in one attempt. Otherwise, once the people behind us catch up, all our previous efforts will be wasted, and we'll merely be making wedding clothes for someone else," Red-Haired Shanks solemnly warned again.
"If no one has any objections, then let's set out at once. I hope everything goes smoothly."
"Hmph, enough dithering. Marco, let's go. Tell the others to remain where they are." Whitebeard snorted and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Charlotte Linlin