In the West Blue, the mafia ran rampant as always, and conflicts never ceased.
"Yahahaha, West Blue, here I come!" Enel stood at the bow of the Ark Maxim, laughing wildly.
That was right. Enel had renamed it earlier. Since they were heading out to sea, even the ship needed a more imposing name, didn't it?
Although Dawn had complained that a perfectly meaningful name had been changed into such a generic one, Enel liked it, so Dawn let him have his way.
After the banquet, Dawn did not remain on Sky Island for long before setting off once more. Enel and the others also gathered some slaves who had not been particularly conspicuous before and brought them aboard the Thunder God.
They were the unlucky ones who had never been pirates, had no records with the Marines, and had been captured into slavery despite their clean backgrounds.
Even if they showed themselves, they would hardly be recognized. Several years had passed, after all, and no one remembered what they looked like.
After all, they could hardly ask the Celestial Dragons to come identify them, could they?
As for the slave marks on their bodies, there was even less reason to worry. None of those who had escaped could tolerate that humiliation.
So Dawn left the choice of markings to Fisher Tiger, and Fisher Tiger still chose the Sun Mark as the tattoo to cover them.
"Well then, are we choosing the mafia members of the West Blue as our 'birthplace'?"
Chloe licked her lips and said calmly, "Then let's keep it simple and brutal. We'll suppress them directly.
First, we'll unify the West Blue mafia, then digest them. We'll offer our captain a long-awaited gift for setting sail and add another piece to his plan."
"Yahahaha, well said, Chloe.