New World.
Twenty years later, the Marines had finally begun cautiously venturing into these waters once more.
Under a sky shrouded in dark clouds, enormous Marine warships rocked from side to side as they sailed through the storm-tossed sea.
Massive searchlights illuminated the surrounding waters.
As the Marine hero and highest-ranking officer among the five warships in this expedition, Monkey D. Garp stood atop the bow deck, ignoring the dreadful weather. Like a towering mountain, he steadied the anxious hearts of every Marine aboard.
Just then, two Marines dressed in chief petty officer uniforms braved the wind and rain as they ran over. After reaching Garp and saluting, the pink-haired youth spoke with utmost respect.
"Vice Admiral Garp, we'll reach G5 in another six hours."
Garp nodded.
"What's the situation in the surrounding waters?"
The other youth answered. Wearing a green shirt and sunglasses, he sounded slightly nervous.
"There's no danger. The pirates all fled far away as soon as they saw us Marines!"
"Don't let your guard down. Tell everyone that starting today, all of us will be stationed at the G-5 Branch until the situation in the New World stabilizes. During that time, we'll face terrifying enemies beyond anything we can imagine."
"Yes, sir!"
Even Vice Admiral Garp was being so cautious. The two Marine soldiers naturally did not dare slack off, and after nodding tensely, they left to relay the order.
The New World's terrible weather came quickly and went quickly. A little over an hour later, the raging storm vanished, replaced by a perfectly clear, cloudless sky.
The nearly thirty thousand Marine soldiers aboard the five warships also let out long sighs of relief.
Having been transferred from the Four Blues and the Grand Line to the New World because of the sea's sudden upheaval, it