"The Log Pose-it's stopped working."
Nami turned to look at Norton, who stood at the bow, gazing at the boundless expanse of white as though thinking about something.
The fog grew thicker and thicker. Nami could only order the fleet to slow down, with the ships maintaining formation through light signals and hazy outlines alone.
When visibility dropped below three meters, the White Pearl ordered the entire fleet to halt and stand by.
Fog surged in from every direction, as though it were breathing.
In the distance, hushed voices drifted faintly from the other ships.
"Have you heard-about these waters-"
"Of course! The legendary Florian Triangle, shrouded in fog! A hundred ships sail in, and a hundred ships disappear!"
The pirates kept their voices very low, as though afraid something might hear them.
Meanwhile, the deck of the White Pearl was unusually quiet.
Zoro leaned against the mast, his swords in his arms, resting with his eyes closed.
Zeff tidied up the dishes in the kitchen, the pots and bowls clinking at an unhurried pace.
Steel Hand leaned against the railing, watched the fog, and yawned.
Enel stood at the bow of the Ark Maxim, frowning as arcs of electricity crackled around him, dispersing the fog that tried to creep toward the hull.
Norton came down from the bow and called Steel Hand over.
"Steel Hand."
Steel Hand turned her head. Norton's figure was so blurred by the thick fog that only his outline remained.
"Have the officers stop training. Notify every ship's captain to gather in the White Pearl's meeting room in fifteen minutes."
Steel Hand nodded and headed toward the cabins, casually slapping a few dozing apprentice sailors awake along the way.
A few minutes later, in the meeting room.
Warm yellow light fell from the ceiling onto