In the pitch-black, shadowy ocean, the Moby Dick was stealthily making its way toward Fish-Man Island.
"Old man, we're almost there. Which way are we going in?" Marco asked.
"Which way? The main route, obviously! How else are we supposed to get in?" Thatch replied without thinking. Was there even another route into Fish-Man Island?
As everyone knew, Fish-Man Island was entirely enclosed by two enormous double-layered semicircular bubble-film shields, with a layer of air between them.
If ships coated at the Sabaody Archipelago or other small islands entered Fish-Man Island along an incorrect route, their coating would automatically peel away and merge with the island's shield. Some ships would even fall to the ground in the air layer between the shields. Even if they forced their way through the shield, the invading ships and people would be swept away by the seawater inside it.
In other words, if you did not take the normal route, there was no way to enter Fish-Man Island.
And the Whitebeard Pirates' top fighters were all Devil Fruit users, including Whitebeard himself. If they were swept away by seawater, they would instantly lose their combat ability.
"That's not what I meant!" Marco knew Thatch had misunderstood him at a glance. Then, looking at the puzzled crowd, he spoke.
"The Marines will definitely be guarding against us at the entrance, right?"
"That's right! That old bastard Sengoku will definitely be looking to screw me over!" Whitebeard nodded, fully agreeing with that.
"But Fish-Man Island has two entrances!" Marco said with a smile.
"Hiss—"
"Tut, tut, tut!"
A chorus of astonishment rose from the crowd. No one had expected Marco, who usually solved everything with his fists, to have such insight.
Thatch especially could not understand it. We're both old hands on this ship—one's the ship's