Inside the house, Tom made sure no one else was around.
Then he took a stack of blueprints from behind a battered iron cabinet.
He handed them to Iceburg and Franky, and the three sat around the table.
Iceburg and Franky studied the designs and specifications on the blueprints.
Their shock was plain to see, and even their hands trembled as they held the blueprints.
"This... how is this possible!"
"Can humans actually build something like this!!!!"
Tom said gravely:
"This is the Most Wicked Monster in Shipbuilding History..."
"The government has already learned that these blueprints exist."
"It's too dangerous for me to keep them."
"If the government gets its hands on them..."
Iceburg recovered from his shock.
"I see..."
"I understand..."
"I'll take them."
Beside him, Franky said excitedly:
"Iceburg! Let's build it!!!"
Smack-
Iceburg slapped Franky on the head and said:
"Don't you think before you speak?"
"Idiot."
"I'll keep these safe. This thing must never see the light of day."
"If word gets out..."
Tom finished for him:
"The world will be destroyed..."
But his solemn expression suddenly changed.
"Hahahahaha! Still, it's got nothing to do with me anymore."
"You're free to do whatever you want."
"If things get dangerous, you can throw them away."
The two froze. Something this important...
"Mr. Tom..."
Tom took a deep breath.
"While we're at it, there's another thing that worries me."
Tom placed Robin's wanted poster on the table and solemnly warned the two...
On a distant tower, Enel sat up.
"Ancient Script, huh..."
Late that night.
In the little house on Scrap Island.
Tom and the others were already fast asleep.
At some point, a thin white mist had filled the entire house.
It completely anesthetized everyone sleeping inside.
A moment later.
The iron door handle turned