Chapter 18: The World Government's Notice

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The grand halls of Marineford were unusually quiet, a silence that spoke volumes about the gravity of the situation. High-ranking officers, some bearing scars of battles past, lined the room, their faces etched with concern. At the head of the room sat Fleet Admiral Sakazuki, his stern expression reflecting the seriousness of the meeting.

A large map of the world was spread across the table, marked with various red circles indicating recent pirate activity. But all eyes were on a particular spot in the New World—a place where the sea had turned unnaturally calm, as if it held its breath.

"This… Davy Jones," Sakazuki began, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "He's not just another pirate. His power, his influence… it's growing faster than we anticipated."

Admiral Kizaru leaned back in his chair, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Mmm, so this is the one they're all talking about. A ghost story come to life, if the rumors are true."

"They're more than rumors," Admiral Fujitora interjected, his sightless eyes focused on the map. "The seas have changed around him. Ships have vanished, entire islands have reported strange phenomena—storms that come and go at his whim."

"And now," Sakazuki continued, "he's captured the attention of the Yonko. We've intercepted reports that Big Mom herself has had dealings with him. If he aligns with any of them, it could disrupt the balance of power in the New World."

There was a murmur of agreement around the room. The Yonko were already a constant threat, and the idea of a wild card like Davy Jones entering the fray was enough to make even the most seasoned Marines uneasy.

"What's our course of action?" asked Admiral Ryokugyu, his voice deep and commanding. "Do we move against him now, before he becomes too powerful?"

Sakazuki's eyes narrowed as he considered the options. "We need more information. His origin, his abilities, his weaknesses—everything. Until we know what we're dealing with, we can't risk a direct confrontation. But we will monitor him closely. If he makes one wrong move, we'll be ready."

As the Admirals discussed their strategies, the scene shifted to the depths of the ocean, where the Flying Dutchman sailed through the dark waters, its eerie glow illuminating the abyss. Davy Jones stood at the helm, his eyes scanning the horizon.

He was unaware of the growing threat from the World Government, focused instead on his next move. The Trident of Poseidon now rested in his possession, a powerful weapon that could shift the tides of battle in his favor. But with such power came greater challenges. The Yonko were aware of him, and the seas would soon be crawling with enemies, both new and old.

"Captain," Maccus called out, approaching from behind. "The crew's restless. They sense somethin' coming."

Davy Jones remained silent for a moment, his mind racing with possibilities. He had conquered the seas in his past life, but this world was different. The stakes were higher, the enemies more formidable.

"Let them rest while they can," Jones finally replied, his voice low and menacing. "A storm is brewing, and when it breaks, we'll be ready."

As the Flying Dutchman continued its journey, the tension in the air was palpable. The world was changing, and Davy Jones was at the center of it, unaware that the eyes of the most powerful forces in the world were now upon him. The Admirals had taken notice, and the hunt for the sea's most dangerous pirate had begun.