Neither side wanted to miss their chance at Ochoku.
Of course, if they could wipe out the Chris Pirates along the way, or inflict heavy losses on them,
both pirate crews would be more than happy to do so.
Their attention, however, remained primarily fixed on Ochoku.
On the deck of the Mammoth Fleet, Jack the Drought stared intently toward the Pudora Kingdom Port.
"Do you hear that?" he asked calmly.
"The cannon fire at the Pudora Kingdom Port is gradually dying down."
"Looks like this bombardment is about to end."
"Whether Ochoku appears will depend on how much fighting strength the Chris Pirates have left after this!"
"Pick up the pace! I want to reach the Pudora Kingdom Port immediately!"
Meanwhile, aboard Perospero's candy ship,
Katakuri rose to his feet and walked over to the railing.
With his arms crossed in front of him, he said coldly, "The cannon fire at the Pudora Kingdom Port doesn't seem as intense as it was earlier."
"If I'm not mistaken, they're about to run out of shells!"
"I don't think this bombardment has weakened the Chris Pirates at all."
"The Chris Pirates will soon be fighting the Pudora Kingdom at close quarters!"
"Ochoku will definitely show up here!"
"It should happen in another ten minutes or so. Not much longer. Keep picking up speed—we must meet Ochoku!"
Both the Mammoth Fleet and Perospero's ship pushed their engines to the limit, reaching their top speeds.
The two crews had reached different conclusions, but raced ahead with the same goal.
Marco and his companions, on the other hand, were acting purely out of a sense of justice.
The Whitebeard Pirates had always believed that all kinds of crews should be allowed to flourish on this sea.
The Chris Pirates had suddenly burst into the