Pirate: I'm about to do something big!

Haiyuan Calendar, 1532.

The first half of the Grand Line, in the "Paradise" Sea.

A warship is sailing at sea, with seagulls carrying the military flag with the scale pattern and the sails billowing in the sea breeze.

The fact that the warship had no obvious serial number indicated that it did not belong to the naval branch stationed in this area, but rather departed directly from Marineford, the naval headquarters located in the "Paradise" sea area.

As a warship directly under the Navy Headquarters, the marines on board are indeed much better looking than some of the marines in branch units, both in terms of their morale and overall quality.

This is a large warship, equipped with 1000 marines, 20 field officers, two field-level deputy commanders, and one brigadier general commander.

The ship is fully equipped with living facilities to meet the daily and combat needs of the crew; the warship's firepower configuration is generally 33 heavy guns, among which the triple large-caliber rotating turret on the bow deck is the most prominent.

But even the formidable firepower of the warship could not calm the nerves of the sailors on board. Fear, tension, excitement, and anticipation were all evident on their faces.

"Hey, we haven't even arrived at our destination yet, and the morale is already so low. As the commander, aren't you going to say something?"

The speaker, with a cigar in his mouth and wearing a large white coat with the word "Justice" printed on the back, was not wearing a bra, exposing his bulging muscles. He had his hair slicked back in white and was looking at the figure beside him who was writing and drawing at the table.

This is one of the two deputy commanders on the ship, a lieutenant commander of the Navy Headquarters, a Logia-type Smoke-Smoke Fruit user, known as "The Smoker" Smoker.

"If I, the commander, have to handle everything, then why did I even invite you aboard to be my deputy commander? You're always best at this kind of morale-boosting stuff, aren't you? Also, could you please stand downwind of me? Your cigar is stinging my eyes."

"Tina is in a good position and doesn't want to switch with Smoker."

On the other side of the brigadier general, a slender, pink-haired beauty in a naval uniform, also with a cigarette dangling from her lips, responded to the brigadier general's words.

Seeing that neither of his two friends wanted to move, Alyosha had no choice but to put his notebook away and put it in his pocket before putting on his naval justice cloak and leaving the cabin.

Alyosha's Justice Cloak differs from Smoker's and Tina's. As naval officers of the rank of colonel, they are allowed to wear naval jackets with the word "Justice" printed on them, but they are not allowed to make any personal alterations to them.

As a general, Alyosha had this privilege.

Unlike his fellow generals who focused on their epaulets, he focused on his naval cloak, which bore the word "Justice."

Alyosha stepped out of the cabin and stood on the second floor. Looking down at the marines who were all staring at him, he smiled gently and said loudly, "Marines, it's a lovely day today!"

"It's Brigadier General Alyosha!"

"Commander Alyosha, are we really going to pursue the Sun Pirates this time?"

"Commodore Alyosha, that captain of the Sun Pirates is the guy who climbed the Red Line with his bare hands and caused a huge ruckus in Mary Geoise. Can we capture him?"

"Yes, and that first mate, Jinbe the fishman, is also a very violent and powerful monster!"

As Alyosha descended the stairs, the thousand marines on the warship lined up immediately, waiting for Alyosha's inspection. Unable to contain their doubts, they bombarded Alyosha with questions.

The Marines trusted Commodore Alyosha, but they were also wary of the Sun Pirates, who had gained notoriety at sea in the past two years.

Able to climb the Red Line with bare hands, infiltrate the holy land of Mary Geoise, teeming with powerful figures, and escape unscathed, he's clearly not a pirate that a mere Marine Commodore could handle.

Alyosha stood on the deck, listening with a warm smile to the sailors' questions. His handsome face, with its tousled brown hair and black-rimmed glasses, gave him a gentle and quiet air as the sea breeze blew.

Judging from his temperament and appearance, Alyosha Ran doesn't seem like a general on field missions; he's more like a civilian brigadier general stationed at the Navy Headquarters.

Under Alyosha's gentle smile, the marines gradually calmed their restless hearts and waited for Alyosha to speak.

"I know what you're all worried about, but you've been with me for three years now, so you should know that none of the soldiers I lead have ever fallen behind. They're brought back the same way I led them out, and this time will be no exception."

As for the Sun Pirates, the World Government calls them great villains and pirates, but some say they're heroes. Whether they're villains or heroes, we'll only know when we get there. Besides, we're not fighting alone this time; we have Rear Admiral Stoberry from our brother unit cooperating with us. Rest assured. Now, Marines, answer me: under my leadership, Alyoza Ran, are you confident you can win this battle?

"have!"

"Speak louder! You think you can operate a warship if you're this quiet?"

"have!!"

"Very good, very energetic. Now, dismissed!"

The ranks were disbanded, and the marines made their final preparations for battle.

Alyosha returned to the second-floor cabin and saw his two comrades looking at him with their arms crossed.

"What's wrong?"

"Although I'm used to your style, it still feels fresh every time I see it. No wonder you got promoted faster than the two of us."

"Tina thinks so too."

Hearing this, Alyosha reluctantly sat down, took out his notebook, and continued his unfinished work without looking up to answer his two comrades.

"We're from the same cohort, and this isn't the first time I've told you both that the ocean is ruled by the strong, but we're not omnipotent and can't do everything."

"Only you have that kind of patience; Tina and I don't."

"Then observe and learn more. You and Tina aren't going to be school officers forever; sooner or later you'll have to take charge on your own."

Alyosha spoke earnestly, and at that moment, the officer in charge of communications came over to report.

"Report: We have received a telegram from Major General Stobery; he has already led his troops out."

"We've been out for ages, and he's only just set off. Forchard Island is under his jurisdiction, right? He's even slower than us?"

Upon hearing this, Smoker slammed his hand on the table. Alyosha glanced at his comrade in confusion. Smoker's slam made Alyosha's writing illegible.

The officer was also taken aback by Smoker's outburst.

"You see, I'm right every time. If Stobelli had men like mine under his command, he would have already reached the designated area to rendezvous with us."

"Stobery is not Alyosha, and Tina doesn't believe he can train Alyosha's marines."

"Tina is right," Alyosha praised his comrade before turning to the communications officer and ordering, "Telegram to Stobery again, tell him to rush to the designated area immediately, or else."

"yes!"

Alyosha glanced at his unfinished notebook, thought for a moment, and then closed it. On the title page of Alyosha's notebook were the words: "Observation Record under the Rule of the World Government".