Symbol of the Pirate

That figure was extraordinarily tall—taller by a head than even the tallest person in the world today. He was also incredibly muscular; Edward Teach had no doubt that the gaps between those muscles could snap his arm in half.

Blue mystical patterns ran across his body, and his face wore a frank, cheerful smile.

Most importantly—Edward Teach had truly seen him before!

In that pitch-black eternal night, the lost Atlantis had risen from the ocean floor, and a colossal god had clamored about drowning the world.

At the time, three ships had been on the Great Maelstrom raised by that so-called god.

One had remained far away, and Edward Teach did not know who it belonged to. One had been at the very center of the whirlpool—it was Francis Drake, confronting it head-on.

The other was Edward Teach's Queen Anne's Revenge.

Just as he watched Francis Drake fall into danger, a towering giant had appeared.

Then, with effortless ease, he killed the god standing at the center of the whirlpool, who had sought to sink the world.

Afterward, laughing heartily, he rode the waves away.

Now, that giant stood on the sea not far from him.

"Yo." Oceannus greeted him amiably.

"Y-you, you, you... Who are you? What kind of Servant are you?" Edward Teach was practically incoherent.

From what he had witnessed that day and the current situation, he could infer that this towering Servant most likely possessed some means of manipulating water on a massive scale.

Was it a Noble Phantasm? Or perhaps a skill he possessed?

But regardless of what it was, one thing was certain.

That was—the threat he posed to ships had been magnified to the absolute extreme.

Sailors relied on ships, and ships relied on the sea.

And this Servant could control the sea.