Below the masts, rough hands pulled away tarpaulins and pushed cannons that had been sealed away for years onto the decks.
Sailors hauled up rusted anchors together, and black sails filled with the sea wind one after another.
Ships hidden behind reefs slowly advanced, cleaving through the waves in the same direction.
On the leading flagship, a tattered skull flag unfurled in the wind.
A curved sword hung on either side of the skull, and a black crown was branded on its forehead.
"Captain Rocks's bloodline still lives!"
An iron-helmeted, one-armed old man raised a newspaper and roared at the pirates on deck.
"The World Government has imprisoned the Young Master!"
"They mean to sever Captain Rocks's last bloodline before the entire world!"
Hundreds of pirates drew blades and guns, pounding them hard against the deck.
"Storm Marineford!"
"Bring back the Young Master!"
"Rebuild the Rocks Pirates!"
The one-armed old man stepped onto the bow and swept open his cloak.
A faded insignia was embroidered on its lining.
It was an emblem that only those in Hachinosu's pirate council hall had been entitled to wear more than thirty years ago.
A young pirate rushed over with a musket on his shoulder.
"Captain Soren, is Marshall D. Teach really Captain Rocks's son?"
"The newspaper could be a trap set by the World Government!"
"We haven't even seen what Teach looks like!"
The one-armed old man raised his hand and slapped him.
"The fact that Morgans dared to print Captain Rocks's name is proof enough!"
"Whitebeard has also summoned all his subordinate fleets for Teach!"
"Newgate followed Captain Rocks. He must have recognized the Young Master!"
The young pirate held his cheek.
"But Whitebeard has already founded his own pirate crew."
"Would he really hand the Young Master over to us?"
"First,