132 The Vice Admirals arrive (1/2)

Garp groaned as the ship zoomed forward, the engines running at their maximum efficiency. His forehead creased in worry amidst the stress and overall work that had been piled upon him.

He still marveled at times, at the journey that he had come upon, and the young brats that he had had the pleasure of meeting through that journey.

With each passing second, they moved closer to an active war zone, and though he was not worried for himself, he could not help but worry for the crew that he had taken along him. How many men and women would die today? He did not know, and honestly, he was much happier in the dark.

The grandline weather that was often adversarial seemed to have taken a backseat, almost aware of the urgency of their mission.

True they had been ordered there primarily to observe. Even Sengoku could not accept them to go head to head against two emperors. With him here, they would definitely reserve their strength, fighting only through their massive fleets that could rival that of the entire Marine corps.

”Captain! Ice berg dead ahead!” His foremen called, a watch glass held to his eyes as he constantly conversed with the navigators.

With a bored sigh, Garp waved his hands lazily, a canon left his hands at breakneck speeds before jamming into the massive icy structure demolishing it.

They were taking the most direct route to the point, following only the needle of the New World pose. If it pointed through a patch of storm clouds, you could bet that that was where they were going to go.

Back inside the rest quarters however, the other high ranking members sat together. Sakazuki and Kuzan having temporarily dropped their feuding to plan carefully. Even the one they called the marine's Dog was not mad enough to run straight into two rampaging emperors after all.

”Why did fleet Admiral send us ouuuut~~ I was playing a good game of crossword toooo~” Borsolino called. Of the three Vice Admirals he was the calmest, sitting on his bunk and mindlessly shuffling a pile of cards that he had whisked out from under the pillow.

”Hey, Sakuu~ Call a card~” He drawled, his hands flicking across the deck in his hands at light speed.

”Shut it you circus monkey!” Sakazuki called, looking up from the only bottle of sanctioned booze that he had on hand. Though he was partly annoyed with the sparkle man's flippant attitude the arbitrary shortening of his name infuriated him to no end.

”Ohhh~ Scaary! Saku is buurning!” The glasses wearing marine called back, his drawn out drawl only ramping up the other man's annoyance.

Between the arguing duo however, the third Marine sat silently. His head turned at a random angle as he picked his nose.

If Borsolino appeared uncaring and Sakazuki serious then he was indifferent.