Watching Roger's Execution at the Start

"..."

Silence lingered as everyone present considered whether Saint Alberic's proposal would work.

"What should we do about the people who escaped from Impel Down's Level 6?"

Saint Nazzaro nodded, tacitly accepting Saint Alberic's proposal, then raised another question.

"Leave them to the Marines. We absolutely cannot let word of this spread. The World Government has to save at least some face."

"And although Impel Down has been breached again, tying up some of the Marines' resources wouldn't be a bad thing."

"The Marines have been getting too much attention lately... We need to rein them in."

The Grand Line, in an unnamed stretch of sea.

A modest sailboat moved slowly through the water, its flimsy hull rocking from side to side in the fierce waves.

Clearly, it was shoddily built.

Anyone accustomed to life on land would probably have been sick from both ends after a ride this rough.

On the deck.

A dense crowd sat on the boards, led by a red-haired man in a straw hat.

He held a crumpled newspaper, his expression somewhat grim.

"Rayleigh lost his right arm. And Gaban... no one knows whether he's alive."

"Boss..."

Benn Beckman and the others looked worried, hesitant to say more.

"It's fine. Let's keep going on our adventure! The New World awaits. Maybe we can pull off something as incredible as Captain Roger did!"

A smile returned to Shanks's face, and he struck a reassuring pose for Benn Beckman and the others.

As captain, he couldn't fall apart at a time like this.

"Boss, I meant we should get a new ship."

They had snatched this one from some random pirate crew. Its quality couldn't possibly compare to the Drey Foss.

But they had no choice. The Drey Foss was being held at Marine Headquarters, and