Leo did not explain why they were not going to Mary Geoise.
Nor did the entire Revolutionary Army ask.
No one raised the question. Everyone simply did their utmost to do their own part well.
The Navy officers discovered that although they had been captured, they were still treated properly. Their medicine and food arrived without the slightest delay, and even prisoners had dedicated holding rooms in the ship's hold.
The beautiful female soldiers, such as Momousagi, were not humiliated. The handsome male soldiers, however, had been groped quite a bit by the okama. When they entered their cells, every one of them clenched their buttocks tight, feeling as if their asses were in grave danger.
When Garp and Sengoku arrived in the lower hold, the atmosphere in the prison compartment reached its peak. Those sitting on the ground, lying on the floor, wounded, or blinded all stood up and cried in unison, "Fleet Admiral! Mr. Garp!"
The observant Momousagi noticed that in just a few short minutes, Sengoku and Garp's temples had turned much grayer. They seemed to have aged several years.
"Mr. Sengoku, Mr. Garp, they didn't make things difficult for you, did they?" As the two were locked into a special cell, Aokiji, in the special cell beside them, gripped the bars and asked.
The Revolutionary Army's cells were small square compartments that seemed to be seamlessly fused together. In truth, they were. These cast-iron cages mixed with Seastone powder had all been formed as a single piece. Like shipbuilding, they were cast section by section, then assembled onto the ship as part of its hull.
For a large Supply Ship like this, prisoner containment had been considered from the very beginning of construction. Even the floors had been made with Seastone powder, let alone these bars.