Midway through the New World, on a small island.
Roger walked toward his crewmates, wiping the blood from Ace. His eyes burned with killing intent.
Anger gripped the entire Roger Pirates crew. Every member was outraged.
The World Government's tactics were sickening.
Two more Crew Members returned from different directions, both bearing signs of battle.
"Did you take care of them all?"
Rayleigh asked quietly from beside him, his expression dark.
"Yeah. We dealt with every last one of those rats."
"I can't believe there were so many on one little island."
A small bundle hit the ground, spilling its contents: the special bombs the Roger Pirates had come to loathe. Every time, they caused terrible damage to their companion, the Oro Jackson.
Every crew member looked grim. The World Government's tactics were sickening.
Even the cannonballs Garp threw had been modified into bombs. They weren't particularly powerful, but their blast radius was wide. If one exploded within fifteen meters of the Oro Jackson, the ship would be affected.
That was why they fled whenever they ran into Garp.
"Let's teach them a lesson, brothers!"
"I've had enough of this!"
Naturally, none of the other Crew Members objected to Captain Roger's decision.
Even the two apprentice Crew Members, Shanks and Buggy, looked furious.
"But don't rush in, Roger. If we go straight there, we might walk into a trap set by the Marines and the World Government."
Rayleigh, the first mate, kept his composure despite the anger he was holding back.
"We could go back to Water 7. Maybe Tom can modify the Jackson to withstand the liquid those special bombs spray when they explode."
"The ship comes first. Otherwise, this will keep happening. We can take revenge whenever we want."
Rayleigh's words calmed the Roger Pirates. They only had