The Pirate King Captured, Shocking the World

The warship had left the waters of the South Blue.

Its massive hull cut through wave after wave, its bow cleaving white spray and leaving a long wake beneath the sun.

Its destination—

Marine Headquarters.

Yet the atmosphere on deck was strangely tense. Shock and unease hung over the entire ship.

Every marine kept stealing glances in the same direction.

The bow.

Several people stood there.

Rock, Sakazuki, Bullet, and—

The Pirate King, Gol D. Roger.

No matter how they looked at it, the sight felt unreal.

If they had not seen it themselves, no one would have believed it.

The man who had once swept across the Grand Line, pursued by the entire world, now stood quietly on a warship's deck.

Seastone Cuffs bound his hands, but there was not a trace of tension on his face.

He merely leaned against the rail. The sea breeze lifted his burgundy captain's coat, its hem swaying gently.

He gazed out at the distant sea, his eyes calm, as though taking in a view he had not seen in years.

After a while, Roger sighed softly.

"The sea..."

His voice was quiet, tinged with nostalgia.

"It's been a long time since I stood aboard a ship."

He could not help laughing at himself.

He looked like an old sailor who had not put to sea in years, rather than the Pirate King being taken to the Execution Platform.

Several marines on deck froze when they heard him.

His composure, his bearing—it was hard to think of him as a criminal.

Sakazuki and Bullet, however, did not relax in the slightest.

They stood on either side of Rock, their eyes fixed on Roger.

At the first sign of movement from him, they would strike without hesitation.

Rock showed no reaction. He simply watched