A breeze swept through the secluded bay as Sengoku's figure gradually receded.
Garp sat at the edge of the deck, toying with the empty wine jar in his hands, his expression conflicted.
"Sengoku agreed. Those youngsters in the Navy won't be able to stir up much trouble."
Garp tossed the wine jar into the sea, sending up a splash of white water.
Lorne withdrew his gaze and turned toward the shadows on the other side of the deck.
"Since you're here, there's no need to hide in the shadows, Dragon."
Lorne's voice was quiet, yet it carried throughout the warship.
A fierce wind swirled into existence above the deckhouse, gathering into a tall figure.
A dark green cloak snapped in the wind, and beneath its hood was a face marked with a dark red geometric tattoo.
The supreme commander of the Revolutionary Army, Monkey D. Dragon.
"Mr. Garp, it's been a long time."
Dragon first bowed slightly to Garp in greeting.
Garp snorted, turned his head away, and pretended to pick his ear.
"Don't address me. I'm a dismissed officer and a criminal now. I can't control you rebels and traitors."
Dragon paid no heed to his father's temper and turned his gaze to Lorne.
"What you did at Impel Down has already spread across the entire sea."
"The World Government can't suppress the news nearly as fast as you cause destruction."
Dragon pushed back his hood and regarded Lorne gravely.
"I heard you reached an agreement with Sengoku, but do you really intend to attack the Red Line directly?"
Lorne's expression remained calm, one hand resting on the bracer at his waist.
"Sengoku will keep the Navy's conscientious faction in check and ensure civilians aren't caught in the fighting."
"As for me, I've only ever had one target: the