On the deck of the Shark Supah, the flagship of the Arlong Pirates.
Arlong stood at the vanguard, his towering, saw-toothed shark-fishman physique emanating a chilling aura. His sharp, jagged nose gleamed coldly in the sunlight, while his malicious gaze revealed boundless greed and cruelty. He laughed heartily, his "Shhahaha" laughter echoing across the deck and prompting the surrounding fishman underlings to join in with a burst of uproarious laughter.
"Hahahahaha, look at that! We were just on our way to conquer the Sifell Royal Army, and we run right into one of their warships here. Haha, our luck is really something else!" Arlong said, gesturing with his hand to point ahead at the oncoming vessel of the Sifell Royal Army.
Chapter 36