Woooo-
A piercing horn rang out across the sea.
The Marine Headquarters fleet approaching from behind could just make out a small black speck trailing thick smoke as it charged forward.
Ahead of it lay the densely packed Golden Lion Fleet.
Yet it seemed not to see them at all.
It simply kept charging forward.
At that moment.
Everyone aboard the Headquarters fleet felt their blood surge, their eyes reddening.
Countless officers leaped off their warships.
Some used their abilities, while others stepped through the air with Geppo, rushing toward it.
Aboard Garp's warship.
As though sensing something, Rear Admiral Keane looked behind him.
The enormous Headquarters fleet was approaching, and countless warriors were charging toward them.
Keane smiled.
His smile was radiant and resolute.
Whoosh-
Boom! Boom! Boom!...
Shells kept raining down, some striking the sea, others crashing into the cabins.
Fire consumed the deck and cabins, sending billowing smoke into the sky.
The flames lit everyone's faces.
With a long saber in his only remaining hand, his right, Keane walked toward the bow.
Blood kept pouring from his severed arm and the wound that pierced his body.
His consciousness was already growing hazy.
He drew a deep breath, his face contorted.
He stared resolutely at the Golden Lion Fleet ahead:
"Uphold justice!!!"
He leaped out, swinging the long saber in his hand again and again.
One incoming shell after another was cut in half and fell into the sea.
Until...
The densely packed shells engulfed him... and he could hold out no longer.
Boom!!!
A severed arm, still gripping the long saber, fell onto the sea.
But there was no sign of his body...
Charge.
Keep charging forward.
The battered warship, engulfed in flames, did not stop. It continued charging toward the Golden Lion Fleet.
The surviving Marines