In the turbulent waters of the New World, waves churned and crashed against steel hulls.
Four large warships bearing the World Government's cross insignia cut through the thick white sea fog.
Heavy metallic clanging rose from below deck.
It came from the gold, precious gems, and fine delicacies and wines wrapped in high-grade seals that filled the holds of several warships.
The CP0 agent standing at the bow of the lead warship pulled his white coat tighter.
His mask bore a strange bird-beak design.
"Sir, we've cleared the reefs ahead."
His deputy ran over with a navigational compass, his voice breaking up in the sea wind.
"We can already make out the legendary giant tree, Adam."
"Are we really going to trade all this with those savages?"
The masked agent turned to glance at his deputy.
"This is the God's Summons plan drawn up personally by the Five Elders."
"Whether they're death-row prisoners beneath Impel Down or these unruly, barbaric giants, they're all on the mobilization roster."
"That Eclipse Organization seized Egghead Island."
"The Holy Land is running out of patience."
"If we can't handle these rampaging brutes, we'll both be sent to the mines when we return to the Holy Land."
The deputy shrank back, not daring to say another word.
The dense fog ahead suddenly parted.
What emerged was not an ordinary island coastline, but a verdant giant tree that blotted out most of the sky.
Waves battered the black reefs along the shore with dull, thunderous crashes.
The harbor had none of the carefully constructed piers of a human city, only a few primitive, enormous stone pillars driven into the seabed.
The warships looked particularly small beside those pillars.
In a clearing along the shore, several giant guards over twenty meters tall sat bare-chested on boulders, gnawing