Loguetown

Time slipped quietly by.

Ever since Roger had been imprisoned in Impel Down, the eyes of the world had been fixed on one thing—

The execution of the Pirate King.

In another version of history, a world-shaking upheaval should have erupted.

Golden Lion would have stormed Marine Headquarters and set off an incident that shook the world.

But on this timeline, that storm never came.

Preparations for Roger's execution went unusually smoothly, even moving faster than they had in the original timeline.

The World Government was treating the matter with unprecedented gravity.

If anything went wrong on the day of the execution, it could become a disaster capable of shaking the world order.

After repeated discussions, the World Government's leaders reached just one conclusion.

To keep every possible disturbance that day under control,

they needed someone there who could hold the entire sea in check. Only one name fit.

Azure Dragon Rock.

East Blue.

Loguetown.

This usually bustling port city had changed completely.

Marines had sealed off the streets in layers, and patrols crowded the harbor.

At the center of the square, a towering Execution Platform had been completed. Its thick noose swayed gently in the sea breeze.

Marines patrolled everywhere, their footsteps and the scrape of armor echoing without end.

The whole town was like a bow drawn taut, ready to snap at any moment.

Amid that tension,

a massive warship slowly entered the harbor.

At its bow, the Marine flag snapped in the wind.

Sunlight struck the hull and glinted off its hard surface.

Ranks of elite Marines filled the deck, fully armed and grim-faced.

Before them all stood a figure draped in a cloak of Justice.

The cloak stirred in the sea breeze. He stood as steady as a mountain.

The warship docked.

The gangplank dropped.

Rock