Ghost Shark, but in the world of One Piece

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Haiya smiled healthily, calmly putting her pocket...

The recording Den Den Mushi moved a little closer.

"A great undertaking must be supported by a great spirit. A navy that can safeguard peace in the four seas must have a great mission and spirit backing it up."

The same applies to us as individuals; the human body will inevitably perish, but the spirit will live on forever.

So no matter what happens on this sea, the sun will still rise.

Even if the light doesn't appear for a long time, many people will still follow in their footsteps, risking their lives to create ray of dawn.

Let us face reality, let us stand firm in the pursuit of justice!

In the end, everything unfolded exactly as those two wooden signs said: those seeking promotion and wealth should seek another path; those who fear death should not enter this gate. All I needed was that one sentence—"Comrades, come!"

above! "

Laurentina took a breath, calmed her breathing, and then bowed to everyone.

The next moment, thunderous applause erupted and lasted for a long time.

"Specter, this speech was just as good as a justice speech!" Akainu, a cigarette dangling from his lips, clapped enthusiastically, his expression relaxed and gentle. "He's practically the Navy's 'thinker'."

"That was really awesome and super cool!" Hibari, sitting next to Akainu, was overjoyed. "I definitely have to keep this lecture safe and listen to it every day so I can keep up with Colonel Specter's level."

Sengoku, sitting in the front row, gave a thumbs up, revealing a rare gentleness in this usually dignified marshal.

As for Garp, he had already joined the clapping crowd with a laugh, his hands clapping loudly, scaring many people away.

Seeing the audience clapping so enthusiastically that sparks flew, the girl was both amused and exasperated, and could only bow again to thank them for their support.

Laurentina surveyed the throng of people, noticing the smiles on their youthful faces—smiles of justice, of unwavering resilience, and of boundless energy.

The young woman coughed lightly and gestured for silence to fall again. "As a new detachment is being established, it's natural to need a name. Our new squadron is named—Deep Sea Fleet!"

Deep sea fleet?

The crane lowered its head in thought, then a kind smile appeared on its face.

A deep-sea fleet battling storms and braving raging waves—that's a good idea.

"As for the other job assignments, we won't make decisions about them yet." Laurentina suddenly waved a document in her hand, her eyes smiling. "To ensure everyone remembers their original aspirations and never forgets justice, the Deep Sea Fleet has specially prepared an oath for everyone. I hope you will all swear it with me!"

After speaking, Ain, Alice, and the fish-woman sisters, who were already prepared, distributed the oaths in an orderly manner, ensuring that each member of the hundred-person squadron received one.

As for the other unselected navy personnel who were just watching, they could just listen quietly.

Once everyone was ready, Laurentina nodded, then, facing the flag of justice, clenched her right fist and struck her heart. Her tone was solemn and dignified.

"Times change, but I will begin to watch from this day forward, until my death."

I will not feel inferior, arrogant, or give up on myself.

I will not covet gold crowns, nor will I crave vanity.

I will serve my duty faithfully, even unto death.

I am the sword in the darkness, the guardian of the sea.

I am the burning flame of evil, the light of dawn, the horn that repels pirates, and the shield that protects justice.

I dedicate my life and honor to justice, today and every day!

Chapter 86 The Lark, Never Give Up! (Please Subscribe)

This is true today, and it will be true every day...

The voices of the young girl echoed in unison, loud and clear, generous and impassioned, as if their souls were trembling and their blood was burning. Incredibly domineering.

A hundred new recruits pounded their chests with their right hands, their eyes and bodies showing unwavering resilience in the strong wind.

With just a speech and oath, the new members of the deep-sea fleet experienced a dramatic change in their demeanor. Pride, duty, and honor emanated from them, along with a sense of urgency to catch up with their superior officer. This urgency fueled their ambition, tempered their spirit, and strengthened their belief in justice.

From this day forward, they will be this officer's subordinates. In order not to tarnish Colonel Ghost Shark's reputation, they are willing to become her arrows, piercing the darkness that shrouds this sea.

The other naval personnel watching had varying feelings: some were inspired and encouraged, some were disappointed at not being selected, and some were gratified and proud.

Sengoku's eyes gleamed with excitement. He stood there for a moment, then walked towards the photography department. "Did you take a picture of this part of the oath?"

“Every frame is absolutely perfect!” The Navy officer being questioned nodded frantically, staring at the camera without blinking. She was an absolute Specter fanatic, and even secretly printed out posters of her idol while on duty, which she displayed at home and looked at every day to brighten her mood.

Who could resist the beautiful and powerful Colonel Specter? The answer is no one!

Sakazuki laughed loudly, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He hadn't laughed as much in the past two years as he had in the previous decade or so. He looked at Lark with gentle eyes, thinking that if the next generation produced a few more Specter Sharks, he would be happy to retire early.

Hibari was much the same, her face, framed by a single ponytail and bangs, radiating a soft smile. She instinctively clutched her sniper rifle tightly; even if rejected, her belief in following Specter would never waver.

Crane smiled, her eyes crinkling, her face, marked by wrinkles around her eyes, relaxed slightly, and her bare face gained a touch of kindness. Even if such a child were transferred elsewhere, she could never fade into obscurity like Smoker.

When she is transferred back next time, it will probably be a time of great upheaval.

Peacock took a deep breath, pulled down her hat with the navy abbreviation on it, her expression inscrutable beneath her black veil. Gazing at the fine sand swirling in the wind, she felt an overwhelming pang of sadness.

She always thought of herself as an insurmountable mountain in the eyes of her peers, but reality surprised her when she signed up to join the team.

He was slapped hard across the face, his mind was in a mess and he felt dizzy, and his heart felt like it was being roasted on a fire.

Is it because of my special status? It must be.

If Ghost Shark could hear the questions in her heart, he would nod vigorously in agreement.

These second-generation members who will join SWORD in the future (except for Drake, who has a relatively small background) seem fearless, but when they get into trouble, it is the Navy hero Garp who personally takes action.

The treatment they received was even better than that of the Celestial Dragons. When Roswald was attacked, only a slacker was dispatched, but when SWORD was attacked, it was no joke. The legendary heroes went all out, sweeping all the way to the island's destruction, with destructive power comparable to the Buster Call.

Tsuru and Sengoku are even more extreme; they can calmly drink tea and eat while facing the death of a lieutenant general. But when these second-generation heirs get into trouble, their tranquil mood will fly a hundred and eight thousand miles away.

If Laurentina wanted to cultivate connections, currying favor with these second-generation rich kids would have given her a quick path to success, but unfortunately, she's not that kind of person.

Her deep-sea fleet will undoubtedly be the sharpest blade of the navy in the future, always guarding the forefront of justice, so it doesn't need these constraints and troubles.

On the platform, Laurentina finished organizing her documents and smiled even more as she looked down at the audience. The pride and spirit of the new recruits gathered below, growing stronger and stronger, and eventually becoming the driving force propelling the fleet forward.

This is the army I want.

The girl smiled, tapped her temples with two fingers together, and waved gently in a gesture of respect before walking off the stage.

The next moment, the recruits cheered in unison, and the applause and chatter almost overwhelmed her.

"Lauren Tina, you spoke so well!" Karp blurted out, laughing as he bit into a donut and clapped his hands, which were covered in crumbs. "I was so excited listening to you, hahaha."

"Excellent!" Zephyr, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, crossed his arms and nodded with a smile. "As expected of my most valued student, even if you are transferred to a distant place, you must not forget the beliefs in your heart!"

"Pfft, hahaha." Garp patted Zephyr on the shoulder, and the debris fell one by one. "If you're not comfortable with that, why don't you send the next batch of recruits on a patrol of the four seas?"

“That’s a good suggestion.” Zephyr nodded, then veins popped out as he swung his fist at Garp. “But where are you going to hit me, you bastard?”

"Specter! Waaaaah, my Specter Lord!"

Below the stage, Muse, who had just recovered from the shock of the oath, was excited and shouted along with the crowd. Her face was flushed with excitement and she was panting, like a little female cat in heat.

Haiya, who was standing behind her, raised an eyebrow and covered Muse's mouth. "That's my Ghost Shark, Muse. You're not allowed to shout it. You're not allowed to shout it so loudly. Only I can do it, only I can do it!"

"Waaaaah!" Even though Muse was being bullied by the bad woman, her eyes were still fixed on the figure slowly walking off the stage, her face flushed red.

This lovely young girl must really be a huge fan of Ghost Shark; she's almost gone crazy after experiencing such a big event (the speech and oath)!

Seeing the atmosphere so lively it was almost breathtaking, Laurentina paused, bowed again, and said with a smile, "Colleagues of the Deep Sea Fleet, you can disperse now. Go and prepare. We still have a few days to rest at headquarters!"

After the fleet is formed, a flagship needs to be selected, and a series of issues such as job allocation and supply replenishment need to be resolved.

After selecting a warship, it would naturally need to be modified. With the help of scientist Ein and some shipwrights from headquarters, it would be enough to decorate it in the way they wanted.

Laurentina gracefully tossed her long hair, stepped off the stage, and left the training ground with Ain.

......

The news of the completion of the deep-sea fleet spread almost instantly throughout the Navy Headquarters.

The selected naval personnel walked with pride and high spirits, making their fellow new recruits extremely envious.

Such a significant event was promptly reported by Morgans's informants within the navy, who then forwarded the intelligence.

Since the young girl defeated the Golden Lion, Morgans, who benefited from the first-team advantage, has paid even more attention to this dazzling newcomer, raising the level of importance he attaches to her by several notches.

“Colonel Specter, I want to be your subordinate no matter what.” In Kuzan’s office, Hibari stood in front of the girl, saluted, and looked at her with utmost sincerity.

"Rejected!" Specter clasped her hands together, made an X, and calmly refused. "Go back, Lark. Your strength is good enough to make you a stage anywhere. Why be so fixated on the Deep Sea Fleet?"

Upon hearing this, the girl, rejected once again, blinked, looking so aggrieved that tears seemed to well up in her eyes. Kuzan couldn't bear to watch any longer.

At this time, his conflict with Akainu had not yet escalated, and he still had a very good impression of this junior.

Chapter 87 New Warships and Job Assignments (Please Subscribe)

"Oh my gosh~ How did you grow into such a heartless woman? Give little Lark a chance."

Kuzan lay lazily on the sofa, his voice drowsy, but he still mustered his energy to plead for mercy. Seeing this, Hibari gave him a grateful look.

Laurentina fell silent. She sat opposite Kuzan with her legs crossed, sipping her special coffee for the general without saying a word.

To be honest, what I objected to was using back channels; while Yun Que could certainly be admitted through the normal procedures, but since the decision had been made, I should carry it out thoroughly.

The girl sighed, patted the seat next to her, and gestured for Hibari to sit down first.

Ghost Shark, does this mean you've accepted me?

The lark nervously shifted its body little by little.

My body was filled with immense excitement, as if an enormous fortune was raining down on me, a stroke of luck mixed with a touch of unreality.

My respected senior sat beside me, and with just a glance I could see her poetic and elegant face, her slender, swan-like neck, and the slight trembling of her eyelashes as she closed her eyes to drink coffee.

The curtains fluttered beside her, and the floating sunlight crowned her beautiful curves with a layer of sanctity. Everything grew in the quiet gaps, an unbelievable tranquility.

"Let's put this matter aside for now." Laurentina made a ruthless decision, tapping her fingers on the low table and looking at Kuzan.

"Let's talk about the flagship of the Deep Sea Fleet first. Given my current position, what level of warship would I be assigned?"

"Well, according to the rules, the only type of ship you can propose right now is a medium-sized warship."

Kuzan poured himself a cup of tea, after all, his 'good subordinate' Laurentina would never do such a thing.

"However, the Navy will provide five million Berries for modifications, which you can use to freely modify the power, fuel storage, ventilation, and berthing systems. If it exceeds this amount, you'll have to pay out of your own pocket."

five million.

Specter nodded. If there are so many colonels leading independent ships, there must be even more brigadier generals and rear admirals above them.

"However, I suggest you prioritize installing an external hull system. When you travel to the four seas, you will inevitably pass through calm zones, and the sea stone in the hull can only barely keep you alive."

“Okay, thank you for your explanation, Mr. Kuzan.” Laurentina put down her coffee cup, filled out the information on the warship application form efficiently, and handed it to Aokiji.

"Well, it's a piece of cake." Kuzan slowly got up, walked to his desk, searched around and found the official seal and inkpad, then stamped the form to approve it.

The girl took the watch and was about to leave when she noticed that the neglected lark was still sitting obediently in her spot, looking as uneasy as a husky caught in a pack of wolves. After a moment's thought, she gently tapped the lark on the head three times before leaving.

???

"What does Senior mean?" Hibari stood up and muttered to himself as he watched the figure disappear through the doorway.

“Ah! Speaking of which…” Kuzan’s round glasses gleamed as he stroked his chin. “When I traveled through the Flower Kingdom before, I read a similar story that hinted that you should go find her at three in the morning.”

“Of course, it’s just the two of you!” Kuzan winked and teased.

dokidoki...

Yun Que's face flushed red instantly, her lips rippled with unease, her eyes darted around like in a comic book, and she was sweating profusely.

"How...how could this be, Mr. Kuzan? Please don't make wild guesses!"

"Hahahaha." Kuzan lay sprawled on the sofa, laughing heartily. He waved his hand and clarified, "Just kidding. There's an idiom called 'three visits to the thatched cottage,' and I think that's what she meant."

"After all, who could resist such a pure child?"

That's it!

Upon learning her senior's meaning, her joy almost shot straight to the top of her head, nearly causing her moist, pert buttocks to bounce off the sofa.

She thanked him and hurriedly left the office.

At a port located behind Marineford, Specter and Ain looked at the brand-new warship before them, unable to suppress smiles.

"I think the warship should have an art room, filled with some musical instruments, a few paintbrushes, and some sculpting materials."

The girl's heart was surging with excitement as she imagined that enjoyment was not a sin, at least not for her.

For the navy, the warship is a second home. In addition to her own needs, she hopes that her subordinates will be surrounded by a warm light when they sleep, have honey and soup when they wake up, and have wine in their cups when they sing songs.