Under the threat of death and the lash of lightning, the three unlucky senior Baroque agents unleashed an unprecedented talent for cleaning.
Like wound-up cleaning machines, they hurled themselves frantically into every corner of the deck.
Enel himself scrambled toward the helm, muttering, "Foie gras... foie gras... Rainbase! Hurry! Ark Maxim! Fly for your god!!"
He had to race against time to buy the ingredients, but just as he grabbed the helm and prepared to start the ship's engines, he paused.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly spotted Crocodile on the sand below, stunned senseless by Kirishima Bupai's slash and then knocked unconscious by Enel's own Divine Judgement.
In an instant, a surge of vicious anger flared up...
"It's all your fault, you damned Blue Sea dweller! Throwing sand everywhere!!" Anger welled up in Enel's heart, and malice emboldened him.
As he spoke, he turned into a bolt of lightning and shot off the ship, roughly seized the back collar of Crocodile's expensive but now tattered black-and-gray padded coat, and dragged him onto the deck like a sack.
"Wake up for your god, you useless trash! Divine Judgement-wake-up service!"
Boom! A merciless Thunder Pillar struck Crocodile squarely.
"Aaargh!"
Blackened all over and barely conscious, Crocodile jerked violently as intense pain and a powerful current forcibly shocked him awake.
He opened his eyes in bewilderment to an unfamiliar, enormous golden deck and a brilliant starry sky overhead...
And a furious-looking oddball holding a Golden Staff, with three of his own subordinates beside him... frantically scrubbing the floor?
Who am I? Where am I? What happened?
Crocodile's mind was a jumble. The terror of the Demon King's slash annihilating his sandstorm had yet to fade, and now the electric shock had left him utterly dazed.
Before he could sort