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Hancock didn't want to delve too much into what the man in front of her had done, but becoming the king of a Kingdom was no small feat.
It was clear that Anos and his Subordinates had chosen this place for a reason it was vastly different from what she had imagined. Simple, yet strategic.
But after hearing Anos' instructions, Hancock could only hold her tongue. Still, she did not completely let go of her earlier concerns.
Although Jaya Island isn't particularly large, it does host a considerable number of pirates.
If you count carefully, there are at least five thousand pirates scattered across the island.
"Daiki, Abona, take the Royal Guards and gather all the pirates in one place within two hours. If anyone resists, deal with them on the spot!" Anos commanded, standing tall as their ship approached the port. His tone left no room for debate.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" the two replied firmly.
The crew, who had spent days at sea without incident, now had a chance to stretch their muscles.
Excitement flickered in their eyes. The long journey had left them restless, and now they yearned for action.
As the ship docked, the pirates loitering at the shore took notice. Their eyes widened at the sight of so many beauties aboard the vessel, and they whistled crudely in admiration.
However, their revelry was short-lived. With a single graceful gesture from Hancock, the men turned to stone, their leering faces frozen in place.
"Abona, let's split up and tackle this from both sides," Daiki suggested with a grin as they disembarked.
"No problem," Abona replied, patting Daiki on the shoulder. "Let's make it interesting the first one to reach the central city buys the drinks!"
"Deal!" Daiki laughed.
For this group, the pirates on the island posed no real threat. While some claimed to be formidable, it was doubtful that any truly powerful figures were hiding among them. This wasn't a place where great pirates gathered.
Jaya Island is small and unimpressive, with just one town Mock Town. In reality, it's little more than a cluster of a few dozen businesses and a ragtag population of pirates and locals.
With the strength of Abona and the Royal Guards, the task was almost trivial.
Although Anos had given them two hours, they subdued the entire Mock Town within one. By then, the town was completely under their control.
Anos and Hancock strolled through the streets, now eerily empty. Not a soul dared to wander; every pirate and civilian had been rounded up and confined.
Even the merchants hadn't escaped their grasp.
Anos paid the prisoners no mind. He cast a glance at them before turning and heading in another direction.
"Hancock, we'll be leaving soon. This might be where we part ways," Anos said, a trace of reluctance in his voice.
"Huh? Leaving already?" Hancock asked, puzzled.
"Don't overthink it," Anos replied. "Since you're here, make the most of it. Loot the pirate ships. They're bound to have treasured.'
"We'll be staying for a while longer, but I have other matters to attend to and won't be able to accompany you."
"Understood," Hancock said simply.
The residents of Jaya Island were left reeling. Without warning, this group stormed in, using overwhelming force to corral everyone into the centre of town.
Those who resisted were swiftly and mercilessly dealt with. The pirates especially couldn't comprehend why such a powerful group had descended on them.
In the town square, a massive crowd stood huddled under the watchful eyes of a handful of warriors.
Perched on rooftops or stationed strategically, the Royal Guards kept a close eye on every move the prisoners made.
"Listen up!" Abona's voice rang out from atop the highest building. "We're not here to kill without cause, but if you resist, your lives are forfeit. Stay where you are, and you might walk away unscathed. Your lives are now in our hands choose wisely!"
To emphasize his words, Abona swung his blade in a single, fluid motion.
A massive crack tore through the ground, stretching hundreds of meters.
The pirates, who had been restless and murmuring moments ago, fell silent, their faces pale.
Among the crowd, a voice suddenly rang out. "I'm a member of the Donquixote Family! Do you dare go against Doflamingo?"
"So much for loyalty," Abona scoffed. Without hesitation, He thrust his blade, silencing the man in an instant. His dismembered body fell to the ground, shocking the remaining pirates into submission.
This display of cold efficiency left the pirates trembling.
At this time in the Grand Line, Doflamingo was already a notorious figure, a major pirate in the New World and the king of Dressrosa.
Though feared by many, his name carried little weight here. Anos and his crew couldn't care less about the Donquixote Family or their threats.
Their goal was simple: keep these pirates contained, ensuring no word of their plans escaped. Among the prisoners were likely spies, reporters, and opportunists, all hiding in plain sight.
But here, they were all pirates. Their affiliations didn't matter. In the eyes of Anos and his crew, they were just another obstacle to be crushed.
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