In the New World, on the territory of Jones the Freak.
Turtle Island had grown much quieter lately. The bustle of construction that once filled the island was rarely seen anymore. Crocodile and Ulysses had each led teams away on missions, taking most of the cheap or free labor with them, but there was another reason: construction on Turtle Island was nearly complete.
Considering its size, it had been an enormous undertaking.
Given the Beast-Speech Fruit's abilities, the first task Loa had given Jones after he set sail was to find this giant Island Turtle, which no Log Pose could guide them to. Loa got seasick, so he had wanted a living creature for a base, much like Germa 66's mobile fortress.
Jones had completed the task and raised a huge amount of money by plundering Pirates. He then ordered Turtle Island's former ruler, Ratchet, to rebuild its defenses on the foundations already there. Years later, Turtle Island had truly become a fortress armed to the teeth!
Loa did not know what the legendary "worst warship," Pluton, one of the Ancient Weapons, could do. But the firepower Turtle Island possessed now was more than enough to destroy a nation.
The Dragon Roar Cannon was especially fearsome. It could store Magic Power and fire it, and the force of a full-power shot had stunned even Loa!
With construction essentially finished, the Undead on Turtle Island had time to spare. They chatted about which preservatives were best for maintaining their bodies and swapped tips on keeping reattached limbs from looking awkward. All in all, life was easygoing.
Since his subordinates had so much free time, Loa, as their ruler, naturally... well, he was rather busy.
Knock, knock, knock!
"Come in!"
Once she had permission, Robin pushed open the door and entered with