In the middle of a vast ocean with no islands in sight. A slave ship transporting people from island to island to be sold suddenly catches fire.

"This way! Hurry if you don't want to burn to a crisp!"

Men guide the slaves to the deck, smashing every lock on the small rooms they were confined in. "Hurry, hurry! Get on our ship!" One might think they were a national navy, but they were terrifyingly tough-looking and didn't look like soldiers at all.

The ship they scrambled onto belonged to the Noah Pirates, led by Noah Armstrong. Some were terrified again upon learning they were pirates, while others repeated words of gratitude like a prayer. The deck of the pirate ship heading toward a new land for those who had gained their freedom was, in a sense, filled with a strange atmosphere.

"Alright, everyone's back! Cast off! We're moving out!" "...Huh? Wait..." Several men who looked like officers listened intently toward the burning slave ship.

"Oh. I'll leave it to you."

Eventually, the ropes were cut, and the ship slowly pulled away from the slave ship. Guest sat quietly on the deck. Most of the rescued slaves had taken the initiative to help out on the ship, but Guest was late to start because of the time spent getting injuries treated.