Chapter 83: The Execution
Inside the ship's dimly lit operations room, a masked figure stood before a glowing map of the New World. Points of interest flickered in and out, tracking ships and identifying potential threats.
"They've entered the New World," one agent reported, his voice monotone but laced with urgency. "Their course suggests they're heading toward the next island cluster. No reported alliances yet, but their recent actions have caused ripples. Other crews might seek them out, either as allies or threats."
The masked leader nodded, their expression hidden behind an ornate mask that signified their rank. "What of the boy? The one they took in?"
Another agent stepped forward. "His name is Kaito. Former resident of the island they recently restored. He has no known bounty, no combat records. Just a civilian... for now."
The leader turned their gaze toward the agent. "The Hell Prince Pirates aren't just collecting power—they're gathering symbols. That boy represents something: hope for those downtrodden by our system. That's more dangerous than a Devil Fruit. Continue monitoring him. If he becomes a liability, we'll act."
Back on the Hell Prince Pirates' ship, Dave stood at the helm, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The cool sea breeze carried a sense of anticipation. Though he didn't look back, he could feel the weight of their actions trailing behind them like an unspoken shadow.
Rayleigh approached, his voice calm yet filled with a hint of warning. "You know they won't let what we did go unanswered."
Dave smirked. "Let them come. The World Government isn't invincible, Rayleigh. They're just men hiding behind titles and fear."
Shakky, leaning against the ship's railing with a cigarette between her fingers, chuckled softly. "Still, it wouldn't hurt to keep an eye out. CP0 doesn't play by the same rules as the Marines. They'll come at us when we least expect it."