It was a remote island in the heart of the New World, one of the last strongholds occupied by pirates, surrounded by thick fog and fierce winds. The island appeared to be a safe haven for those lawless individuals, who had come to rely on it as their base of operations. But today, the island was about to face a fate it had never imagined.
On the island's shores, the pirates were reveling, drinking and enjoying their spoils, unaware of the disaster that was approaching. None of them expected that the Navy had sent one of its strongest officers to eradicate them in their moment of weakness.
In the sky, a small bird, carrying a camera on its wings, flew silently over the island. The bird's mission was to gather news and deliver it to the world. At that moment, it carried something more significant than ordinary news — it carried a message that could change the course of events in this world.
On the shore, Smoker stood firm, his eyes fixed on the pirates still occupied with their business. He had received clear orders: cleanse the island of any threats to the law, no matter the cost. He knew exactly what he was about to do. He felt the weight of the task, but he was certain that, in the end, he would deliver justice.
Then, in a sudden moment, the power of Smoker's Smoke Fruit activated. Dense smoke began to rise from his body, enveloping him entirely, before it turned into a massive cloud. His right hand, covered by the swirling smoke, quickly transformed into the shape of a giant sword. The sword was made entirely of smoke, yet it had the power to shake the ground as though it were solid material.
"This is the justice that suits pirates!" Smoker shouted, raising his giant sword to the sky.
With a violent swing, the sword struck the ground, creating a massive tremor and an explosive crash. The pirate island shook violently under the force of the blow, and massive chunks of mountains scattered into the sky, while huge rocks shattered and surged toward the sea. Smoker, who was fully in control of his giant sword, pushed his smoke powers to the maximum. The immense sword cleaved through the island from one side to the other, splitting it in two.
"There will be no place to hide now," Smoker whispered.
Swiftly, the smoke began to cover everything, and soon, all that remained of the island was rubble. The half Smoker had struck sank to the bottom of the sea, drowning all the pirates in the deep waters that would consume them mercilessly.
On the other side of the island, some pirates who had survived were attempting to flee, but they were facing destruction that was insurmountable. Smoker, standing in the center of the island, moved rapidly through the smoke, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, attacking anyone who dared to stand in his way.
"No one will survive," Smoker said, striking down anyone who resisted.
As he cleansed the island of pirates, the newsbird hovered above the battle, capturing the incredible scene with its small camera. The bird documented every moment, every second of the devastating attack, as if this scene would become a symbol of Smoker's brutal power.
Once the battle ended, the island had completely vanished from the map, and only the sea remained, reflecting the clear blue sky.
Smoker took one last look at the ruins, removing his sword from the smoke as he returned to his normal state. However, there was a glint in his eyes, a faint ghost of a smile. Justice had been served today, but there was more to come.
Far away, the newsbird transmitted the images across the world. There was no doubt that this moment would be spoken of for generations to come. In a world teeming with chaos and lawlessness, Smoker had sent a message: justice is not something to be ignored, and the sea will show
no mercy.
— End of Chapter —