Chapter 70: The Harsh Weather of the New World
The Golden Ark shot out from the depths of the sea, emerging onto the ocean's surface. The coating that had kept it intact underwater dissolved instantly, vanishing without a trace.
"Woohoo! So, this is the New World? Is the air here truly filled with the sweet scent of freedom?"
Shakky mused aloud. Pirates flocked to the New World for a reason—here, the Marines' presence was at its weakest. With far fewer naval forces pursuing them, this place was a pirate's paradise.
But it wasn't without its dangers. The brutal natural elements and constant battles between pirates meant that freedom was only an illusion. In the end, everything came down to strength.
Shakky quickly retrieved a climate detector from Weather Science Island, Weatheria, to check whether its predictions for the New World's weather held up.
The moment she glanced at the display, her face darkened. The detection rods, displaying both a wind symbol and an ice symbol, spun wildly.
"Damn... We just got here, and we're already running into extreme weather?"
She immediately halted Fishman Tom and Redfield from activating the ship's flight system. Taking off in these conditions would be suicidal.
"No flying! A massive storm and giant hail are incoming! Change course! Activate the rear Jet Dials and head north!"
At Shakky's command, Tom turned the helm sharply, maximizing the ship's maneuverability while engaging the Jet Dials to accelerate their retreat. Meanwhile, Brook and Redfield braced themselves for the impending storm.
The ship's sniper, Silva, swapped out his rifle for a modified shoulder-mounted cannon, preparing to blast apart the legendary house-sized hailstones.