Two days later.
Rift Horn Island war zone.
The fleet led by Smoker had just finished a clearing operation.
In the harbor, pirate flags had been torn down, while several burning warehouses were being extinguished by Marine soldiers.
The medical ships were docked at the outer harbor.
Military doctors were bandaging the wounded.
The rescued residents, escorted by relief teams, boarded evacuation ships in batches.
Although the battle had ended, Rift Horn Island was not truly safe yet.
Thousands of civilians still had not been evacuated, and many wounded had yet to be sent to the rear islands.
Just then.
The sea outside the harbor suddenly shook violently, and distant waves were forcibly driven apart.
A massive warship flying a mammoth flag charged brazenly through the blockade under cannon fire.
"Beasts Pirates!"
"It's Drought Jack!"
"The enemy ship is forcing its way through!"
Alarms instantly rang across the sea.
The intercepting warships immediately turned, their cannons rising in unison.
"Fire!"
Shells bombarded the massive warship one after another.
Flames erupted.
Wood splintered through the air.
Yet the warship did not slow in the slightest. Instead, like a crazed sea beast, it continued charging forward through the barrage.
At the bow of the massive warship.
Jack, towering more than eight meters tall, stood at the very front.
The gale whipped his cloak as he looked down at the Marine warships trying to intercept him, a savage gleam flashing in his eyes.
"Just a mere rear admiral leading the charge."
"And you dare plant your flag on Beasts territory?"
He raised the scythe-like weapon in his hand and pointed it forward.
"Ram them!"
"Boom—!"
The massive warship slammed head-on into an intercepting vessel, twisting its steel prow out of shape.
The warship's side ruptured on the spot, and seawater poured into its