The Beast Pirates' Number One Darling

"Hey, Mr. Garp! Heading out on another mission? You sure work hard!" Kizaru had just returned from sea with a massive Sea King. He stared at Garp in surprise and couldn't help thinking, Fleet Admiral Sengoku's death really hit Mr. Garp hard.

"Oh? It's you, Borsalino. Been out fishing again?" Garp felt a surge of anger. Ever since they had lost the last war and the Blackbeard Pirates had looted Marine HQ's supply depot, provisions had been tight. Every day, they had to send Marine officers out hunting. Life had gotten so bad that even pirates would toss them a few Beli out of pity!

Because of that, large numbers of Marines had quit. They had families to feed, and the Navy could barely pay them anymore! Without money, most Marines who believed wholeheartedly in justice had been forced out. It was almost laughable. The Navy's ranks had shrunk by half again, hitting a low not seen in centuries!

The World Government? Ha! Of course it still sent supplies, but only a third as much as before! The Navy had far fewer soldiers now, yet there still wasn't enough to go around. How many mouths did they have to feed? Didn't food cost money? What about compensation for fallen soldiers' families? The cost of maintaining weapons and warships? Even the nutritious meals provided to soldiers at Marine HQ had taken a serious hit!

Looking at the slightly malnourished soldiers aboard his ship, Garp felt a pang of sorrow. Just to get by, these battle-hardened veterans had to go fishing and even cultivate vegetable plots at Marine HQ! Their training time had been cut drastically, and with too little nourishment in their meals, their physical strength was gradually declining...

These last remaining Marines held on through the faint sense of justice