Blake's side was sunny and beautiful, and so was Shamrock's.
Shamrock, who was originally playing in the East Blue, immediately set off towards Loguetown after receiving a call from Blake.
It's hard to say whether it was his luck or Shanks' misfortune.
In any case, Shamrock's "sanctuary", with an undeniable momentum, directly blocked the Red Hair Pirates' inevitable path.
"Saint Shamrock!!!"
Shamrock rushed to the bow, pointed at Shanks through the glass dome.
His tone was filled with the excitement of finding a treasure, like Gin finding Sherry:
"Saint Shamrock! I finally found you!"
"Don't hide! I see you!"
"Quick! Take me with you to be a pirate!"
Shamrock excitedly waved his arms, instructing the two CP agents behind him:
"Quick! Bring the ship closer to him!"
"He definitely didn't want to play with us, so he secretly ran off!"
On the red force, the lively party atmosphere came to an abrupt halt.
The crew members looked at each other, putting down their wine glasses as they looked at the extravagantly decorated, unknown ship in front of them, and the familiar bubble-head dome.
Hearing the familiar address "Shamrock", and with another Celestial Dragon mistaking him, Shanks already had a vague guess.
He quickly walked to the bow, a helpless smile on his face:
"You've got the wrong person!"
Without conflict, Shanks' temper could be considered the best among all pirates at the moment.
Although Shanks was still trying to explain, Shamrock simply didn't believe him:
"Nonsense! Saint Blake would never lie to me!"
"And I've already seen you, how could I be mistaken?"
"Saint Shamrock, even if you don't want to play with me, you can't treat me like an idiot!"
"Sniff..."
As he spoke, he also gave a hard sniff to the snot that was about to run into his mouth.
Shanks' mouth twitched, thinking:
"With you acting like this... it's hard for me not to treat you like an idiot..."
Shamrock didn't believe Shanks' explanation; he stubbornly thought that Shamrock just didn't want to play with him.
But adhering to the principle of "Celestial Dragons don't hit Celestial Dragons," Shamrock didn't directly order the CP to board the ship, but continued to try to communicate.
Shanks was extremely annoyed at this moment.
No matter how he explained, the other party insisted he was making excuses.
Shanks' hand was already on his sword hilt; even with his temper, being repeatedly pestered like this made him almost unable to resist wanting to drive them away.
Beckman reached out and stopped Shanks, shaking his head at him.
Shanks had only been momentarily hot-blooded; after calming down, he thought of the endless troubles that might arise from attacking the other party, and so he forcibly suppressed his anger.
"You guy!"
At this moment, Shamrock also lost his patience and said unhappily:
"Since you're unwilling to admit it, then I'll board your ship myself! What other excuses will you have then?!"
With that, the sanctuary suddenly accelerated, rapidly rushing towards the red force.
"Turn! Shake them off!"
Shanks gave the order decisively, his tone filled with unconcealed irritation.
He didn't want to get involved with these guys at all, whether it was conflict or entanglement.
Make trouble! Make trouble! Make trouble... As if background music was playing, the two ships chased and fled across the sea, speeding rapidly.
Beckman, with a cigarette in his mouth, glanced at Shanks with lifeless eyes, who returned a helpless expression.
He took a deep drag from his cigarette, flicked the butt into the sea, and calmly observed the ship relentlessly pursuing them from behind:
"Not good, Captain..."
"Their speed is faster than ours!"
The sanctuary was also a cruise ship built by the World Government for the Celestial Dragons, essentially no different from Blake's sanctuary.
Although its displacement was significantly greater than the Red Hair Pirates' red force, with the aid of various technologies and the Slaves, its short-distance sprint speed was even superior.
Shanks scratched his head in annoyance:
"What do we do now? We can't just sink them, can we?"
Beckman tapped the ship's side for a while and then looked up, saying:
"Boss, do you remember?"
"West from here, there's a very large shallow area."
"We discovered it by chance before; it's not even marked on the sea charts."
"Is that so?"
Shanks asked back with a confused expression.
Beckman slapped his forehead; he shouldn't have asked.
Ignoring his Captain, who occasionally acted foolish, Beckman ordered the other crew members:
"We're heading west! To the shallow area!"
"Alright!"
Although Shanks had completely forgotten about the so-called shallow area, he still adopted Beckman's suggestion without hesitation:
"Head that way!"
Soon, the red force drew a twisted arc on the sea surface, changing course again.
"Shamrock, you're not getting away!"
Shamrock yelled, and the sanctuary also turned without hesitation, completing the turn at a speed that completely defied the laws of physics, clinging tightly.
This chase lasted for nearly half an hour, and Shanks could even clearly see the patterns on Shamrock's spacesuit at the bow.
"They're too close!"
Lucky Roux mumbled, a piece of meat in his mouth.
Just as the tense and exciting chase was underway, an unusual vibration suddenly came from the red force, followed by a noticeable decrease in the ship's pitching.
"This is it!"
Beckman's eyes flashed with brilliance:
"This shallow area is big enough, and unfamiliar enough!"
Soon, the red force began to twist left and right in this shallow area, moving like a snake.
The sanctuary followed closely, clinging relentlessly with its powerful performance that could send Newton's coffin lid flying.
"It seems we can't shake them off just like this..."
Shanks' eyes sharpened, and an invisible aura erupted.
This aura was strong and precise, precisely enveloping the Slave helmsman of the sanctuary without anyone else noticing.
He deliberately suppressed the intensity of his Conqueror's Haki, so the helmsman didn't directly faint.
But the sudden Haoshoku pressure still made his head feel as if it had been struck by a blunt object, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
His hand subconsciously relaxed its grip on the rudder, and by the time he came to his senses, it was already too late—
Boom!
A dull thud came from the bottom of the sanctuary, accompanied by the sound of splintering wood.
The opulent cruise ship lurched violently, its bow dipping, and it became awkwardly stuck on the reef.
A cheer erupted instantly on the red force, which quickly sped away.
Shamrock was startled by the sudden impact, crashing hard against the ship's rail.
If it weren't for the rail, he would have almost fallen into the sea headfirst.
He picked himself up, angrily saying:
"What happened?!"
The Slaves all knelt on the ground, not daring to speak.
A CP agent cautiously spoke:
"Saint Shamrock, this is a shallow area not marked on any sea chart, and there are too many reefs."
"Our ship... ran aground..."
Shamrock looked at the rapidly departing red force, then down at his own stranded ship.
It was clear that the Red Hair Pirates had completed their escape!
"Useless! All of you are useless!"
"Damn it! Saint Shamrock! I'll come find you again!!!"
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