The Caribou Pirates had plenty of food aboard their ship. Under normal circumstances, it would have lasted half a month, perhaps even a full month.
But with Shangyang and "Big Eater" Jewelry Bonney aboard—two gluttons among gluttons—these were hardly normal circumstances.
The food would barely last five days, and only because Wuli had fought to ration it. Otherwise, they would have run out before reaching the nearest Marine Base to resupply.
The pirates, meanwhile, had nothing to eat. They were nearly skin and bones, their eyes vacant as they bitterly regretted attacking these devils in the first place.
"You devils! How can you call yourselves Marines fighting for justice?"
"F-food... That was ours to begin with! How can you do this? You have no humanity!"
"F-fine, even if you won't give us food, at least give us some water."
"Please, give us some water! We know we were wrong. Please forgive us. We'll really die without it."
"...Water... water!"
Wet-Haired Caribou and his younger brother Coribou had also woken from their intense hunger. While Coribou kept crying out for food, Caribou stared up at the sky, lost in thought.
The pirates were hungry and cold, their lips cracked with thirst. The Marines aboard the warship saw their condition and felt no sympathy.
The Caribou Pirates' atrocities were still fresh in their minds. They had taken particular pleasure in torturing Marines to death, cutting defenseless men again and again while avoiding vital points, letting them bleed out slowly in agony.
So most of the Marines aboard felt no pity for these pirates. Compared with what they had done, they were getting off far too easily.
Only the little girl with long, straight pink hair leaned against the edge of the deck, holding food in her hands. Dressed in denim overall shorts,