On the sea several hundred kilometers from Peach Spring sailed a huge sailing ship flying no flags.
Three elderly figures were aboard.
They were none other than the Grand Commander of the Navy, former Fleet Admiral Sengoku.
The Navy's Head Instructor, Garp the Hero.
And Marine Staff Officer Tsuru.
The ship the three were traveling on this time bore no flags or emblems, looking just like an utterly ordinary merchant vessel.
To prevent anyone with ulterior motives from photographing them, each had also put on a wig and a human-skin mask.
The three had listened to Kuzan at the previous meeting of the Navy's senior officers.
They had developed a keen interest in both Lott and Peach Spring.
"Hahaha, Sengoku, to think a former Fleet Admiral like you would be steering the ship now."
Garp could not help teasing the old man steering at the bow.
At that, he burst out laughing again. "Hahaha!"
Sengoku gripped the wheel with both hands, his face dark with irritation.
But there was nothing he could do. After all, he was the only one of the three who could steer.
"Tsuru, we're heading in the right direction, aren't we? Crunch, crunch."
As Garp spoke, he stuffed two senbei into his mouth and chewed.
"Shut up! Garp, you're doing absolutely nothing, but you've got everything arranged for us?!" Sengoku could not help cursing when he heard Garp giving instructions.
At that moment, there were only three of them aboard the huge ship.
Among the three, Sengoku was the one steering, serving as helmsman.
Tsuru determined their direction, taking on the role of navigator.
Meanwhile, Garp held his senbei and ate off to the side like a little child.
He did nothing and only knew how to give orders from the sidelines.
He did not take