In the waters northeast of Water 7, a small boat moved slowly across the sea. Seven people were crammed aboard the little vessel.
The atmosphere was quiet, and no one spoke. A closer look revealed wounds on every one of them, leaving them looking battered and bedraggled.
The man lying in their midst was wrapped in white bandages. He had long since fallen unconscious, and his injuries were clearly severe.
"Damn Spandam! He actually framed us!"
Jabra spoke furiously, his fists clenched and his teeth grinding.
After the battle at Enies Lobby, they had begun a life on the run. If they hadn't still had a few informants within the organization, the World Government would probably have eliminated them before they even had time to react.
At the mention of Spandam, the eyes of the other five conscious members turned cold.
"Let's think about what we should do next."
"Lucci still hasn't woken up. His injuries are too serious. If he doesn't get treatment soon, things could get ugly!"
Kaku spoke gravely, looking down at Rob Lucci, whose breathing was faint and whose blood had soaked his bandages red.
"It's not just Lucci. You, Kaku, and me, Kalifa, Jabra, Kumadori, Blueno-we're all injured."
"We've been fleeing through the night with these injuries. By now, we're almost at our limits. None of us has eaten in days, chapapa."
Fukurou unzipped his mouth and spoke.
Kaku fell silent. Just then, a rumbling sound came from beside them, and everyone turned to look.
There were scratches on Kalifa's cheeks, but despite them, she still looked elegant in her gold-rimmed glasses. She adjusted them with her right hand and spoke calmly.
"I'm fine. I'm not hungry!"
But the moment she finished speaking, her stomach growled again.
Her face flushed slightly, and she lowered her