Sheepshead had seen through it all long ago and had no interest in getting involved.
All he knew was that he had come here to watch the battle. Nothing more.
Jack the Drought held a glass of red wine, swirling it as he spoke. "Don't worry about any of that."
"Whether they form an alliance or not has nothing to do with us."
"Relax. All we need to do is wait for tomorrow's battle."
"We'll see what the Chris Pirates are really made of tomorrow."
The others nodded at Jack the Drought's words.
Page One, Holdem, and the rest picked up their glasses and drank at their leisure.
The scene aboard the Mammoth Fleet stood in stark contrast to the one on Perospero's ship.
Benn Beckman and his party's movements had not shaken them in the slightest.
Meanwhile, at Pudora Kingdom Port...
The soldiers stationed there were brimming with energy.
After regaining their confidence, the army's entire bearing had changed. They looked like a different force altogether.
The soldiers stood tall, their eyes fixed sharply on the horizon.
They missed nothing in the waters before them.
The garrison at Pudora Kingdom Port had recovered its intense focus.
Even so, they had noticed Benn Beckman and his party arrive—and seen what they were doing.
Soldier A frowned hard and said in a panic, "What's going on?"
"Why is the Red Hair Pirates' ship heading toward the Chris?"
"Could they be reinforcements the Chris Pirates called in too?"
Soldier D stared at the sight, dumbfounded. He stood frozen for a long while before he could speak.
He finally forced out the words. "Are the Red Hair Pirates here to help the Chris Pirates too?"
"They're a real Four Emperors crew!"
Before this, they had merely had doubts about the Chris Pirates' fighting