"The White Sea's conditions are unknown, watch the flanks!"
On a ship of the Four Seas Alliance, everyone was busily working in an organized manner.
Helmsman Hocka used the special advantages of the fish-man race, and quickly learned the flow of the White Sea, guiding the ship forward.
According to the communication on the phone bug earlier, they needed to go to the upper levels of the cloud island as soon as possible to meet with Rowan and Crocodile.
Just then—
Whoosh!
Thud!
A black spear suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the deck.
"Enemy attack... wait, what is that?"
Bell was nervous for a moment, then realized that there was no one else around, and was puzzled.
Dalton remained vigilant and picked up the spear that had fallen on the deck.
"Harpoon? No..."
Dalton looked at the black spear and found thin lines of sand connected to it.
In Dalton's mind, only one person could use such a technique.
"It's Mr. Rowan's black spear!"
"Sir Rowan?"
Bell came closer, wanting to see if it was some kind of message from Rowan, but saw the armored color hardening on the sandy black spear gradually fading.
The entire black spear then dissolved into a pile of sand and slipped from Dalton's hand.
"This is..."
While everyone was wondering, suddenly more black spears fell from the sky with sand threads at the ends, as many as dozens.
The angles and force of those spears were mastered quite well, not only landing firmly on the deck of the ship, but also not piercing the sails or deck. Only a few fragile items were broken by the hard armored color hardening.
As soon as the black spears landed, the armored color hardening on them quickly dissolved, and the entire spear melted into countless grains of sand.
When the last sandy black spear dissolved, the sand finally began to change.
It began to spread from various angles into the cabin, merging with the large amount of sand in the cabin, and then spread out again, wrapping around the ship.
After a few breaths, the outside of the entire ship was covered with a solid "sand net."
Hocka looked at this scene, put down the hand steering, and asked in confusion:
"Where is Mr. Rowan? How did he find us? What does he want to do?"
Three questions, but no one present could answer.
But then, the sand answered Hocka's questions.
The sand slowly formed a sign, and a line of words appeared on the sign—
"Get ready, I'm pulling you over."
Everyone: "?"
They didn't quite understand the words above.
At this time, the sign suddenly made a few shaking motions, and the text on it changed.
"Hold on to the railings!"
This time, everyone understood.
They quickly told everyone to secure themselves, and then a high degree of vigilance rose in their hearts.
Boom!
Crackling...
As they prepared, a huge roar suddenly came from all parts of the ship.
A feeling of overweight spread throughout the bodies of everyone on board.
The feeling was like being on a rapidly rising platform.
"What happened?"
A sailor looked out of the ship and exclaimed:
"It's the ship! The ship is flying!"
"It's not flying, it's being pulled up!"
"Hold on, don't fall!"
Amidst the exclamations, the wooden ship, weighing hundreds of tons, was pulled into the air by dozens of sandy threads that resembled cables.
At the same time, sand began to spread on the ship, covering the bottom of the ship that was previously below sea level and that the beach could not reach, forming a complete version of the sand net.
Under the combined action of the "cables" and "net," the ship moved forward directly in the air and was pulled forward forcefully!
This speed was slower than flying, but dozens of times faster than normal navigation.
But...
Ugh!
A soldier of the royal army could no longer bear it.
He could endure drifting at sea, but had never felt the swaying when a ship was pulled into the air.
Not only him, but even Dalton, Hocka, and others were a little dizzy.
Only Bell, because he was already used to the feeling of flying, was fine.
He took the initiative to come to the bow of the ship and assumed the responsibility of a temporary lookout, and the amazing vision brought to him by the bird-bird fruit meant that he didn't need a telescope at all.
Where exactly is Sir Rowan taking us?
A few minutes later, a "land" appeared in Bell's sight.
"There is actually land on the sky island?!"
…
The land—that is, directly above Upper Yard.
Rowan grabbed dozens of sandy cables with one hand and pulled them back hard.
These cables were as thin as silk threads, but were wrapped in armored color hardening and had a toughness far exceeding steel!
Crocodile watched Rowan's arm veins bulge, but still didn't understand what the other party was doing.
After a few more minutes, Rowan finally grabbed the cables, roared, and pulled back suddenly.
"Ha!"
The cables seemed to suddenly slacken at the end.
Then, the armored color hardening faded, and dozens of cables turned into sand again, scattered and invisible.
"Okay."
Rowan patted Clap and smiled at Habu next to him and said, "Amazing accuracy of prediction, not even a little bit off in direction."
Hearing that, Habu blinked.
Just like Crocodile, Habu didn't understand what Rowan had done. He had only followed Rowan's request and predicted the possible location of the ship based on ocean currents and weather.
Looking at the two with question marks on their faces, Rowan was a little surprised.
"What's wrong?"
"What exactly did you do?" Crocodile asked.
"I pulled our ship back."
Rowan stretched out his hand, grabbed something out of thin air, and then retracted it, "Like this, I 'pulled' the ship to the island below."
At that moment, Crocodile finally understood Rowan's meaning.
But he would rather not understand!
Crocodile flashed to the outside of the small sky island, looking down.
Directly below him, he could clearly see a ship flying the Four Seas Alliance flag, parked on the edge of the Upper Yard coastline!
... No, rather than parked, it was more like "beached."
After all, that ship was pulled from a distance by that old guy!
…
"Okay, I've pulled my people over."
Rowan turned around and looked at Enel and Gan Fall.
At this moment, the two were shocked by Rowan's methods.
Enel's shock was particularly obvious.
After all, under the influence of the Mind Net, Enel could sense almost everything that happened on the sky island, including Rowan pulling that huge sea ship to Upper Yard!
"Interesting..."
A gleam of light flashed in Enel's slightly tired eyes, and he exclaimed, "Sea people, extremely interesting!"
Sand condensed and transformed into a chair.
Rowan sat on it, gently propping one side of his face with one hand, tilting his head, and looking at the two.
"Once your people are in place, we can begin."
Rowan smiled:
"Begin what you call—'war'."
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