"There's definitely something swimming in the sea."
"And it's huge!"
Visluk said coldly, his face expressionless. "What are the Chris Pirates up to this time?"
"Who are they after?"
Visluk had already decided it was some trick of the Chris Pirates.
But Marco, sitting at the bow, burst into loud, clear laughter.
"That's Knight of the Sea Jinbe and his crew!" he said.
"Fish-Men have a natural advantage in the ocean."
"For short trips, they usually don't need ships. They just swim."
Millsa sat cross-legged on the deck and nodded. "The sea is where Fish-Men truly belong."
"The world beneath the waves is their paradise!"
"But it looks like they're heading straight for us."
Marco looked closely. Sure enough, they were.
A smile spread across his face. "That's right. Jinbe and the others must be coming to see us!"
"Come to think of it, it's been ages since we last met!"
Marco turned and ordered Visluk and the others, "Find a nearby island and anchor off its shore!"
"We're only here to watch the battle, so there's no need to go any farther in."
"We'll stop around here!"
"And wait for Jinbe and his crew while we're at it!"
Visluk and the others nodded and immediately passed the orders down.
Within minutes, their ship was anchored securely near a small island.
As soon as Marco's ship stopped, many of the smaller boats nearby hurried away.
Their crews were terrified of somehow offending the Whitebeard Pirates.
The Whitebeard Pirates' wrath was more than any of them could bear.
About ten minutes later, Marco saw white foam churning across the sea ahead.
He raised an eyebrow and watched the water in silence.
With a series of splashes, Fish-Men began popping their heads above the surface, one after another.
Led by Jinbe, they