As the two sides reached a consensus, the Revolutionary Army's eight Titan-class warships slowly moved aside within minutes, clearing the harbor channel.
Only as Red-Haired Shanks led two warships and a Supply Ship slowly toward Jaya Island's harbor did he truly see just how enormous the Titan-class vessels were.
Their gun barrels were not as thick and solid as conventional cannons, but their long barrels bore the cold metallic sheen of precision machining and polishing. The sailors kept them spotless. Daily deck cleaning, muzzle washing, and cabin sanitation had become key targets for spot inspections by the Revolutionary Army's new internal security department.
Just as people were assigned to dive down and clean the barnacles off the outer hull every day—something people had done in the original world as well—such work was a trivial matter with the physiques of this pirate world. Not to mention that the Revolutionary Army's combat and logistics ranks contained a large number of fish-men.
The fish-men had regained long-lost freedom and sunlight here. With Jinbe, Hachi, and the others around, they did not have to worry about changes or problems among the higher-ups. Thus, many fish-men settled down here, and after doing so, many naturally joined the Revolutionary Army's ranks.
The fish-men who did not join the Revolutionary Army were also in even greater demand. Merchant vessels had no fewer barnacles than Revolutionary Army warships. These heavily armored crustacean-like organisms were truly one of the greatest obstacles to sailing the seas. Within mere days or months, they could add dozens of pounds to a ship's weight. Removing them was time-consuming and laborious, but fish-men with sharp teeth practically cracked barnacles like sunflower seeds—snacking, chatting, and earning money all at once. Was there anything more pleasant in this world?
Red-Haired Shanks's flagship was already enormous, yet