That still wasn't enough.
Under cover of darkness, two figures secretly slipped into the Island Battleship and mingled with the pirates aboard.
They made their way to the control room, the nerve center from which the Island Battleship could be moved.
The two Flying Pirates members entered carrying fine wine and food.
"Brothers, we'll be setting off soon. Eat your fill!"
One of the Flying Pirates members cheered loudly.
The once-quiet control room came alive at once.
"Haha! We're going to make a fortune this time. I haven't visited the Witch's Banquet in ages."
A pirate took a bottle of wine, pulled off the cap with his bare hand, and raised it high.
There was one problem with the Flying Pirates: too many Crew Members and too little money to go around.
Most of the enormous profits they made each year never reached the ordinary members.
The Crew Members of the Flying Pirates were especially excited about this operation.
They ate, dreamed aloud about the future, and talked excitedly among themselves.
None of them noticed the strange gleam in the eyes of the two Crew Members who had just come in.
Suddenly, the pirates felt their strength drain away. One after another, they collapsed to the floor.
They had been drugged.
They tried to speak, but no words came out.
By the time they realized what was happening, it was too late. An invisible force had already entered their bodies.
With no strength left, they couldn't even use Haki.
They were powerless to resist the force.
Terror filled their faces as strange, illusory whirlpools appeared on their skin.
They remained conscious, but like the Living Dead, they could no longer control their bodies.
It was as though their bodies no longer belonged to them.
Damn it, what's going on?
Fear