The marines gathered around the bonfire, holding large mugs of malt ale and tearing into giant sea beast meat that sizzled with fat.
Their faces shone with excitement and pride.
The past month of fighting had been grueling, but their considerable victories and Lorne's generous bonuses had filled everyone's pockets.
More importantly, under the leadership of this "Sett Rear Admiral," they had found a belief in their own invincibility.
"Ethan, what ranks can we get promoted to with our achievements this time once we return to Headquarters?"
A young marine sidled up to Ethan and asked excitedly.
Ethan took a sip of ale and patted his shoulder with a smile.
"A promotion is certain, but when you're following Rear Admiral Lorne, rank is secondary."
"As long as you survive and grow stronger, one day in the New World, the name of our Vanguard Squad will make all the Four Emperors tremble!"
"That's right!"
"We're going to become the strongest Marine unit!"
The marines cheered.
On a reef not far away, Lorne sat quietly.
His upper body was bare. The once-fatal wounds on his chest and shoulders had left only faint white marks, and under the effects of Battlefield Valor, even those were disappearing completely.
"Rear Admiral, sir."
Kuina approached and handed Lorne a flask of water.
"Mm."
Lorne accepted the flask, took a drink, and turned to look at her.
"How has your training been going lately?"
"I've already mastered the Breath of All Things."
Kuina tightened her grip on Wado Ichimonji's hilt, her gaze firm.
"But against truly powerful opponents, my sword still isn't fast enough or heavy enough."
"Don't rush, Kuina."
Lorne spoke calmly.
"Improving your swordsmanship takes time, and even more importantly, tempering yourself in life-and-death struggles."
"These pirates in the first half are just stepping stones.