"Yes, Captain! The men have been bottling up their anger for ages. This time, we'll show the World Government what we're made of!" Ryan said excitedly.
Just then, an old craftsman approached and said respectfully to Ryan, "Lord Ryan, the Fearless's coating is complete. We used Gold City's unique 'golden resin.' This material becomes even tougher under the immense pressure of the deep sea, enough to withstand the water pressure at a depth of ten thousand meters."
Ryan nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Thank you for your hard work. Go collect your pay. We're getting ready to leave."
After the craftsmen withdrew, Lorne stood in the center of the Fearless's deck. Fifty elite Marines in civilian clothes stood in neat ranks, their expressions resolute. Though they had shed their Marine uniforms, their discipline and grim, deadly air were even more pronounced.
Lorne looked at them and said solemnly, "Men, we're heading ten thousand meters beneath the sea. There's no sunlight there, only endless darkness and terrifying water pressure. And our opponents are the World Government's lackeys and the admirals of Marine Headquarters. Are you afraid?"
"No! We'll follow the captain to our deaths!" the fifty Marines roared in unison, their voices echoing through the harbor.
Ryan stepped forward and declared loudly, "Captain, the men have long wanted a real fight with those hypocrites in the World Government! We didn't get our fill at Marineford. This time, we'll show them that we're strongest without our uniforms!"
Bakel also waved his fist and shouted, "That's right! Let them see what the Fearless can do!"
Lorne nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Remember, our objective is the blueprints for Pluton. Once we get them, Fearless Fortress will have its greatest trump card for establishing a foothold in the New World. We must win this battle. Failure