I'm Here for CP9

"Water Seven?"

Cavendish was slightly taken aback. "Did you come here to replace this wreck of a ship?"

"I told you long ago, this wreck is far too slow. A couple of big waves would be enough to sink it."

"But do you even have the money? I heard Water Seven specializes in building ships for the Marines, and their prices are damn expensive."

Across these seas, if one spoke purely of shipbuilding craftsmanship, Water Seven could undoubtedly be called second to none.

They also adhered to an ironclad rule: where there was enough money, there was enough effort.

Whether you were a Marine or a pirate, as long as you had enough money, they would not care about your identity.

They would accept the deal all the same.

Even the Pirate King Roger's pirate ship, the Oro Jackson, had been built by the Water Seven shipwright, the fish-man Tom.

That alone had made Water Seven famous far and wide.

"A ship?" Qin Yu raised his head slightly and glanced ahead at the vessels already visible in the harbor. "You're really strange. You're pirates—if you need a ship, why not just steal one?"

"As for ordering a pirate ship, that's probably none of your business."

Steal a pirate ship?

Cavendish was dumbfounded!

There was absolutely nothing wrong with such a simple, brutal, and straightforward solution!

At the very least, they really were pirates.

Why not steal one?

"You there ahead, are you pirates?"

"If you are pirates, please proceed to Dock Number Two!"

A shipwright poked his head out from the watchtower at the harbor entrance and called out.

Water Seven welcomed pirates, operating on the principle that money talked.

However, it still had to give Marine Headquarters some face, since building warships was how it made its living.

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