East Blue, Loguetown.
Seen from high above, the crowds packed across the island had descended into chaos.
Rows of Marines in white uniforms stood along the main roads, maintaining order.
The Branch Chief of the Loguetown Marine Branch shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Move, move, move!"
"Grab whatever you can carry easily and get to the evacuation ships at the harbor!"
"Don't linger! Don't linger!"
"Roger's enemy, the great pirate Golden Lion, is coming!"
"Get off the island now!!!"
"Leave behind anything you don't need!"
"Hurry!"
Thanks to the Marine Branch Chief's usual measure of authority, along with the fearsome reputation of Roger's enemy, the great pirate Golden Lion, his orders carried weight.
The island's residents swarmed toward the several evacuation ships at the harbor.
"Damn it! Stop shoving me!"
"I got here first!"
"Don't cut in line, bastard!"
"Who cares about you!"
"Get out of my way! I'm boarding first!"
"Bastard!!!"
Aboard one of the evacuation ships that had already departed into the distance.
A middle-aged man dressed like a merchant, holding a child in his arms, finally found his wife and let out a soft sigh of relief:
"Thank goodness we made it aboard. Are the kids all right?"
His gentle, pretty wife stood beside him, holding on to their other two children:
"They're fine. They just got stepped on a few times."
The middle-aged merchant sighed softly:
"That's good. Staying alive is what matters most."
His wife's face was filled with worry:
"When will these days ever end?"
"Damn pirates. Damn Roger. Even dead, he won't leave us in peace."
"All our goods are still on the island. Who knows how much we'll lose this time?"
"If this keeps up, we won't last a year."
The middle-aged merchant was more optimistic. He gently wrapped one