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... to the depths of the ocean. Only a small black pirate flag fluttered atop the mast—the flag of the Hell Pirates.

"No!! Brook, you can't leave! Bring back Saint Rosward at once!!"

Vice Admiral Dolodo watched in horror as the coated Golden Ark submerged into the sea. A shiver ran down his spine—his career in the Navy was as good as over.

The reinforcements from Marine Headquarters hadn't even arrived yet, and a Celestial Dragon had already been kidnapped. How was he suppose ...

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