Lorne swooped toward another pirate ship like a hunting falcon.
Countless wrecks and pirate corpses floated on the sea. The surviving ships fled in every direction like mad, no longer daring to approach that figure who resembled the Grim Reaper.
"Tch, that's it?"
Lorne landed on the wreckage of the last pirate ship whose keel he had smashed and curled his lips in boredom as he watched the few small boats scattering.
He had long since taken off his "Justice" cape. His upper body was bare now, without a single decent scratch on his bronze skin.
Only a few faint white marks proved that those pirates had indeed attacked him.
"I thought Sin Island's watchdogs might amount to something. Turns out they couldn't even give me a warm-up."
Lorne rolled his wrists, producing a crisp crack.
"What a waste of time."
In the distance, the Fearless finally approached slowly and stopped beside the devastated battlefield.
Ethan and five hundred Marines stood on deck, looking at the hellscape of wreckage and floating corpses, then at Lorne, who stood on the wreckage completely unhurt and utterly bored. They all fell silent.
"En... Ensign..."
Ethan's voice sounded a little dry.
"The patrol fleet... you've already... defeated it?"
"Not completely wiped out. A few small fry escaped, but it doesn't matter. They won't survive out at sea."
Using Geppo, Lorne landed lightly back on the Fearless's deck.
"Ethan, pass down the order. Full speed ahead. We'll land directly."
"Yes, sir!"
Ethan snapped to attention, no longer offering any warnings about danger.
"One more thing."
Lorne added.
"Tell those guys to keep their eyes open. Once we're on the island, if they see anyone with a bounty over a hundred million, report to me immediately."
"Understood!"
This time, it wasn't just Ethan who answered him,