In the New World, not far from the Whitebeard Sea, a massive pirate ship sailed slowly across the water. Its skull flag made the crew's strength plain to see.
It belonged to the Wolf Pirates. Their captain, Wolf, was a Devil Fruit User with a bounty of 330 million Beli—a pirate of some standing. With his crew's bounties added in, the total exceeded one billion Beli.
"Captain, I heard Red the Aloof is going to take over the Whitebeard Pirates' territory. Won't it be dangerous for us to seize an island?"
At the bow, a pirate looked worriedly at Wolf.
"Hmph. He's an old man with one foot in the grave. What's there to fear? The Four Emperors are ahead of us anyway. I heard Savage Bull already seized a prosperous island. His forces are almost stronger than ours."
Wolf gave a contemptuous snort.
"R-reporting, Captain! Someone seems to be fighting nearby, and they're heading straight for us!"
The lookout lowered his telescope and shouted down from the watchtower.
"Fighting?"
Wolf had barely spoken when a gale struck the ship head-on. The sea, calm just moments before, surged violently, rocking the entire vessel.
"Enemy attack! Get ready to fight!"
Pirates who had no idea what was happening rushed from the cabins with weapons in hand.
"Quick, take in the sails! The ship's going to capsize!"
The hurricane raged. The bow lifted clear of the water, and every pirate aboard went pale.
Whoosh!
A streak of white light flashed past the ship. The churning sea split open into a bottomless abyss that stretched to the horizon.
The pirates stared at the divided waters, trembling uncontrollably.
"Get out of here! Now! Powerful fighters are battling!"
Wolf's face turned green. The sight of the sundered sea sent a chill down his spine; he