Sicily Island.
The sea breeze swept over the enormous pirate ship moored by the shore. The pirate flag hanging from its mast snapped in the wind, bearing a skull with a golden W-shaped mustache.
Byrnndi World stood at the bow with his arms crossed. He wore a broken-horned bull helmet, his thick beard billowing in the wind, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's.
Though he was nearly sixty, the freezing had left him looking only around forty-five. Time had not left many marks on his face.
The short Byjack sat on his shoulder. Though the vice-captain, who carried an IV drip, was physically frail, he was the crew's strategist. He tightly held a pocket watch, constantly keeping track of the time.
On shore, the weapons factory was deathly silent, with only the stench of blood lingering in the air.
Sebastian, the blue-skinned fish giant, wore a red vest as his massive hand tightly gripped the factory manager's throat.
As a hybrid of a Fish-Man and a giant, he possessed terrifying strength.
The bodies of staff members lay scattered across the ground. Some had died after Fish-Man Karate had shaken the water within their bodies; some had been crushed into pulp by cubes; others had blue faces, clearly having succumbed to poison.
"Remember this. Tell your leader to make a gigantic cannon and matching shells within two months."
Sebastian spoke coldly, his voice like an echo from the depths of the sea.
"The barrel must be large enough to fit a small warship. Deliver it here when it is finished, or we will destroy every one of your bases."
The two-month deadline had been personally ordered by Byrnndi World. World knew full well that producing such an unprecedented weapon from scratch would take time. A large-caliber cannon could not be