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Chapter 810: I'm Still Pretty Accurate
Chapter 810: I’m Still Pretty Accurate
This Warship belonged to the New World’s patrol fleet.
The commander stationed aboard the patrol ship, a G-2 Branch officer, stared grimly at the pirate ships encircling them. His jaw clenched as he watched another cannonball explode near the Warship, rocking it violently.
“Commander! What do we do?!” a Navy officer shouted over the roaring winds.
What could they do? They had no choice but to hold their ground.
If the pirates closed in for melee combat, the Navy wouldn’t fear them. But this relentless barrage of cannon fire? The Warship simply couldn’t withstand it.
Normal pirate ships didn’t have such speed. These vessels moved unnaturally fast—something was off.
Retreat? Impossible. They were the Navy. They couldn’t flee like this.
But if they stayed, the Warship’s sinking was inevitable.
Boom!
Another cannonball struck dangerously close, its shockwave slamming into the hull. The Warship lurched wildly in the stormy sea.
“Damn it! We can’t—”
“Commander! A call!”
A Navy officer sprinted over, clutching a Transponder Snail.
The commander snatched the receiver. A voice crackled through:
“This is Smoker. Fall back now—we’ll take over.”
“Smoker Vice Admiral?!” The commander blinked in stunned relief before snapping a salute. “Understood, Vice Admiral.”
Just as he’d agonized over retreat, higher command had decided for him.
“Full retreat!” he barked. The Warship groaned as it reversed course.
“They’re retreating!”
One of the two encircling pirate ships erupted with cheers. Its captain, a broad-shouldered swordsman gripping a massive blade, turned to his twin brother.
“Brother, they’re running!”
The second captain, identical in appearance and wielding a twin blade, grinned savagely. “Then we chase! They won’t escape!”
The [Dual-Sword Pirate Crew]—a pair of infamous brothers prowling the New World. Each had a 150 million Berry bounty. Even better, they’d recently acquired swift ships.
Unlike most pirates who used speed to flee the Navy, these two sought Navy blood. Sinking a Warship would boost their reputation and grant valuable spoils. The Admiral would surely take notice.
Their flag bore a skull pierced by twin swords—and above it, a trio of skulls.
Blackbeard’s mark.
These pirates sailed under Blackbeard’s banner.
The Warship tried to flee, but the pirates’ faster vessels closed in. Cannonballs slammed into the retreating Navy ship while its return fire fell comically short.
“Damn it! Where’s Smoker Vice Admiral’s ship?!” the commander snarled.
No warship was in sight—only
“Commander! A ship approaching ahead!”
A Navy officer peered through his telescope, his hopeful expression twisting to panic.
“That’s… that’s a Pirate Ship!” he screamed.
“Pirate Ship?!”
The commander yanked the telescope, his face paling.
It was a Pirate Ship—and flying an unfamiliar flag.
Wait—no!
“That’s the Flying Rudder Pirate Group!” he gasped.
The crew with every member worth over 900 million Beries? Why were they here?!
“Hah! Another pirate crew!”
The dual-sword captain roared with laughter, waving at the incoming ship. “Hey, pirates! Let’s finish off the Navy first!”
Normal protocol for pirates—team up to sink the Navy first.
“Brother, that’s the new Flying Rudder crew—heard they’re strong,” the younger twin cautioned.
“So what? No pirate crew rivals an Admiral. Maybe we can invite them to join the Admiral!” the elder grinned.
New crews always jumped at the chance to serve under Blackbeard. And the Admiral rewarded loyalty.
Meanwhile, the Flying Rudder Pirate Group’s ship closed in fast.
On its deck, Kuro lowered his telescope. Beside him, Smoker followed his gaze to the three-skull insignia.
“It’s Marshall D. Teach’s crew,” Kuro muttered, handing over the telescope.
“Blackbeard?” Smoker’s expression darkened.
“Fire.”
He turned to the Navy crew. “Come on, load the main cannon—I’ll take a shot.”
“Aye, Captain!”
The crew scrambled, dragging cannonballs to the massive gun.
Kuro adjusted the cannon’s angle, targeting the two circling pirate ships.
Frankly, this was a first—after years in the Navy, he’d never fired a cannon. A combat officer turned commander, he’d always left this grunt work to subordinates. Never learned the theory, either. Back at the branch, he’d barely passed training thanks to his infamous laziness. And once he joined Gramps’ command, formal training was irrelevant.
Today, though, curiosity overcame him.
Boom!
The cannon thundered. The cannonball exploded just ahead of the retreating Warship, waves slamming its hull. The sudden slowdown let the pirates land more hits.
Kuro stared at the chaos.
“…You could aim better, you know,” Smoker drawled, cigar clenched in his teeth.
“Shut up!” Kuro snapped, grabbing another cannonball. Hefting it like a baseball, he took careful aim.
Meanwhile, the pirate captains laughed.
“Hah! Let’s board them now!” the elder twin roared, raising his sword. “Don’t sink her—claim her!”
The Warship’s commander clenched his teeth, despair creeping in.
Then—a piercing whoosh split the air.
A jet-black blur shot forward like lightning, slamming into one pirate ship.
Boom!
The vessel split in two.
“What?!”
The elder twin gaped at his sinking ship, spinning toward the attacker.
Kuro dusted his hands. “See? I’m still pretty accurate.”
(End of Chapter)
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