Chapter 55: Logue town and Smoker
Smoker, as usual, was patrolling the streets of Logue Town, his usual stern expression unchanged. Suddenly, one of his Marine subordinates approached him, saluting with urgency.
"Captain Smoker! There's a new pirate group docked at Logue Town," the Marine reported.
Smoker's brow furrowed as he continued walking, motioning for his patrol unit to follow him toward the docks. "Which pirates are they?" he asked, his voice a gruff command.
"We haven't seen their flag before, sir. It looks like a new crew, but their ship seems unusually advanced," the Marine replied, keeping pace as they moved swiftly through the bustling streets toward the harbor.
Smoker took a drag on his cigar, exhaling a thick cloud as he contemplated this. New pirates with advanced equipment? He quickened his pace, prepared to handle any trouble that might arise from this unknown crew's arrival.
Reaching the docks, Smoker eyed the unfamiliar pirate ship docked there, his gaze scrutinizing every detail of its advanced build. Hmm, this really is a new pirate group, he thought, then grabbed a loudspeaker from one of his subordinates.
"Who's the captain of this pirate ship?!" he yelled out, his voice booming across the harbor.
Trish, lounging casually near the ship's edge, adjusted her sunglasses as she looked down at Smoker with a smirk. "Who are you calling 'old man'?" she called back, strolling toward the edge of the deck. Her relaxed attitude only made Smoker's scowl deepen as he walked forward.
"Is this your ship?" he asked, looking her over suspiciously.