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Later, the Navy acquired control from the Donquixote Family, and that transaction ultimately sparked a war that swept through the Holy Land.
After breaking with **, the Navy converted this place into its core shipbuilding base.
As mayor, "Iceburg"
Paulie consequently held considerable authority, as well as-
"Mr. Mayor, here is today's schedule."
More than a decade had passed, and the former apprentice of Tom's Workers had grown into a composed young man who governed this city of water while remaining a top-tier shipwright.
"Cancel everything.
What will dining with those people change? I'd rather go to the docks and look at the new ship's keel."
"Yes, sir."
Faced with his willful superior, the Navy commodore who had presented the schedule briskly put the documents away.
He had a small mustache, brown hair and facial hair, a crisp uniform, and a cluster of feathers decorating his hat brim.
An old scar crossed his left eye, giving him something of the look of a down-and-out swordsman.
Sicily, a commodore from Marine Headquarters.
Though only a commodore, he had once been a student of "Black Arm"
Zephyr, and his strength was far from ordinary.
With Water 7 serving as the Navy's core shipyard, coupled with Paulie's irreplaceable craftsmanship, assigning a commodore as his personal guard already demonstrated how much importance they attached to him.
Even if something did happen, the Sea Train's speed through the whirlpools would allow reinforcements to arrive within a day.
"After you."
Sicily opened the office door.
Dressed in a casual striped suit, Paulie stepped out and headed straight for Dock One.
Inside Dock One.
"I've checked the figures over and over. Your price is outrageous."
A fierce-looking man wearing a captain's coat stroked his full beard as he spoke.
Though this was a shipbuilding base