Chapter 17 (Revised) Not over yet.

The marine ship swayed gently on the waves as Garp carried Namor over his shoulder, his grip firm as ever. Namor, still unconscious, was a deadweight in Garp's grasp, while Arlong, slumped and defeated, was dragged behind by a group of marines.

The deck was abuzz with activity, the crew exchanging hushed words about the sheer strength it must have taken to last that long in a fight with Garp. Bogard, Garp's loyal right-hand man, stood at the helm, awaiting orders with his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword.

Just as Garp stepped onto the ship, the sky seemed to shift. A sudden tension gripped the air, followed by the sharp, electric hum of crackling lightning. The marines froze, their instincts screaming that something was terribly wrong.

"Look out!" one of the sailors shouted, pointing toward a fast-approaching streak of light cutting through the sky.

Too late.

A blinding bolt of lightning struck the deck, hitting Garp square in the face before anyone could react. The impact sent splinters flying, and the force threw the surrounding marines off their feet. Smoke and the smell of burning wood filled the air as Garp staggered back, the side of his face singed but otherwise unscathed.

The marines scrambled to their feet, their hands fumbling for weapons, but their fear froze them in place as a figure descended from the stormy clouds above. Enel.

"Mortals," Enel said, his voice dripping with disdain as he landed gracefully on the ruined deck, his staff glowing faintly with residual electricity. "How dare you attempt to kidnap my dearest ally?"

Garp's expression darkened, but before he could respond, another groan came from the ground. Namor, his body still battered but alive, stirred and slowly pushed himself up. His slit pupils narrowed as he took in the scene: the marines, the damage, and finally, Enel.

The realization hit him like a tidal wave—he had been taken down. His chest burned with humiliation and fury. Slowly, Namor rose to his feet, his muscles tense and his fists clenched.

"Who dares interfere with me?" Namor's voice was low and venomous, his glare locked onto Garp before shifting to Enel.

Enel turned, his lips curling into a smirk as he met Namor's gaze. "I've saved you from your captors, King of the ocean," he said mockingly. "A favor that you owe me for."

Namor's eyes narrowed and began to glow slightly turquoise. "I owe no one," he growled, his pride refusing to allow even the faintest hint of submission.

Bogard stepped forward, his hand tightening on the hilt of his sword as his sharp eyes analyzed the situation. "Vice Admiral," he said calmly, "we can't let them regroup."

Garp straightened, cracking his knuckles as the smoke cleared around him. His grin was wider than ever, despite the scorch mark on his face. "You two think you can take me on? Bring it. Let's see if you're as strong as you think you are."

The tension on the ship was palpable, the air thick with static from Enel's presence and the pressure of Namor's Conqueror's Haki as it began to build. The marines edged back, unsure whether to intervene or flee.

Namor rolled his shoulders, the movement slow and deliberate, his fury barely contained. "You caught me off guard once, old man. That won't happen again."

"Enough talking," Enel snapped, his eyes glowing faintly as arcs of lightning danced around him. "I have no patience for this nonsense."

The air vibrated with tension as the four locked eyes, their killing intent filling the space between them. And then, as if the very world itself held its breath, silence fell.

The tension snapped like a taut rope, and the battlefield erupted into chaos. Namor's muscles tensed as he launched himself toward Garp with all the fury of the ocean behind him. His trident whistled through the air as he swung it in a wide arc. The sheer pressure of his Conqueror's Haki radiated outward, sending weaker marines sprawling to the ground.

Garp met the attack head-on, his fist coated in Armament Haki. The collision of trident and fist sent shockwaves ripping through the deck, shattering planks and sending splinters flying. Garp grinned, his teeth gleaming in the chaos. "You've still got some fight in you, kid! I like that!"

Namor snarled, his white eyes gleaming with murderous intent. "You dare chain me, old man? I'll bury you beneath the waves!" He thrust his trident forward with incredible speed, aiming for Garp's chest.

But Garp was too experienced to fall for such attacks. He sidestepped, his reflexes honed from decades of battle. With a roar, he countered with a massive punch aimed squarely at Namor's midsection. The blow landed, sending Namor hurtling backward into the ship's mast, which cracked under the impact.

On the other side of the battlefield, Enel and Bogard were locked in their own clash. Enel's body crackled with electricity as he shot bolts of lightning at Bogard, each strike powerful enough to reduce lesser foes to ash. But Bogard moved like a shadow, weaving through the attacks with practiced precision.

"Not bad for a mortal," Enel sneered, raising his staff to summon an enormous lightning dragon that roared to life above him.

Bogard's eyes narrowed, his grip on his sword tightening. He charged forward, his blade glowing with Armament Haki. With a single, precise slash, he cut through the lightning dragon, dispersing it into harmless sparks. "You talk too much," Bogard said coldly, closing the distance between them in an instant.

Back with Namor and Garp, the battle intensified. Namor's trident flashed as he attacked relentlessly, the turquoise hue of his Conqueror's Haki slowly began enveloping his trident. The aura seemed almost alive, bending to Namor's will and lashing out with each swing.

Garp blocked most of the strikes, his Armament Haki clashing with the raw power of Namor's will. But the sheer force behind Namor's attacks was beginning to show; the deck beneath Garp's feet cracked and splintered as he held his ground.

"You're a tough one," Garp admitted, his grin never faltering. "But in a battle of strength, I'll always come out on top!"

Namor's lips curled into a feral smile. "Then I'll break you with more than just strength."

He raised his trident high, the turquoise aura flaring to life around him. The air around him seemed to warp under the intensity of his Haki, and for a brief moment, even Garp felt the weight of Namor's will pressing down on him. With a roar, Namor slammed the trident down, unleashing a wave of destructive energy that tore through the deck and sent shockwaves rippling across the ocean.

Garp was forced to leap back, narrowly avoiding the full force of the attack. The marine ship groaned under the strain, sections of it collapsing into the sea.

"You're something else!" Garp said, rolling his shoulders. His tone, while still jovial, carried a hint of seriousness now. "But you're not ready for the likes of me."

Before Namor could respond, Garp was on him, moving faster than Namor could track. Garp's fist collided with Namor's side, sending him skidding across the ruined deck. Namor grunted, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to stand.

But instead of retreating, Namor's eyes burned brighter. His Conqueror's Haki surged once more, the aura around his trident growing darker and sharper. The very air seemed to hum with the weight of his will.

Meanwhile, Enel and Bogard's fight reached a fever pitch. Enel unleashed a barrage of lightning strikes, each one faster and deadlier than the last. But Bogard, ever the calm and collected swordsman, parried each attack with skillful precision.

"You're persistent," Enel growled, his golden eyes narrowing. "But persistence won't save you."

Bogard didn't reply, his focus entirely on the fight. He closed the distance between them, his blade aiming for Enel's torso. But the lightning user dissipated into his elemental form, reforming behind Bogard with his staff poised to strike.

Before he could land the blow, a massive shockwave from Namor and Garp's battle interrupted them. The force of it rocked the ship, throwing everyone off balance.

Namor, battered but unyielding, stood tall, his trident raised. "You've fought well, old man," he said, his voice dripping with defiance. "But I am the king of the ocean. And you will kneel before me!"

Garp chuckled, wiping a streak of blood from his cheek. "You're not bad, kid."

Namor, battered but unrelenting, thrust his trident into the sea. His Conqueror's Haki flared, radiating across the waters, a command to his loyal subjects of the ocean. The water churned violently, and moments later, multiple colossal Sea Kings emerged, their massive forms casting ominous shadows over the Marine fleet.

The monstrous creatures let out deafening roars as they descended on the fleet, smashing ships apart with their sheer size and power. Marines screamed in panic, firing cannons in vain as the Sea Kings tore through the vessels like they were nothing. The battlefield became a chaotic symphony of destruction, with water, wood, and smoke flying in every direction.

Namor grinned triumphantly, turning his gaze toward Garp, who stood unmoving on the deck of the flagship. "Let's see if your 'strength' can stop the wrath of the ocean!"

Garp cracked his knuckles, unbothered by the chaos around him. "You think a couple of big fish are going to scare me, brat? You've got a lot to learn!"

As a Sea King lunged toward Garp, its massive jaws wide open, the Marine Hero leapt into action. With a single punch infused with Armament Haki, Garp sent the creature flying back into the sea, creating a massive wave that rocked the nearby ships. Another Sea King charged, only to meet the same fate, Garp dispatching it with almost casual ease.

Namor's triumphant grin faltered. His blue eyes narrowed as he propelled himself forward, trident aimed straight at Garp.

But Garp was ready. As Namor closed the distance, Garp ducked under the swing of the trident and delivered a devastating punch to Namor's midsection. The force of the blow sent Namor hurtling backward, crashing back into the water with a resounding splash.

Enel, who had been watching the chaos unfold while fending off Bogard, noticed the shift in the battle. His usual arrogance gave way to a rare moment of clarity as he saw Garp systematically dismantling Namor's assault. A bolt of lightning crackled around Enel as he fired a desperate shot toward Garp, aiming to create an opening.

The blast struck the ship near Garp, but the Marine remained unfazed, brushing off the attack with a shrug. Enel winced, a rare bead of sweat forming on his brow. He clutched his side, the result of a well-placed slash from Bogard earlier.

"Retreat!" Enel shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. "This isn't the time!"

Namor, bloodied but furious, emerged from the water, his trident glowing with the dark turquoise hue of his Conqueror's Haki. He ignored Enel's plea, flying back toward Garp with renewed rage.

"You'll pay!" Namor roared, his aura blazing as he aimed another powerful strike at Garp.

But Garp intercepted him mid-flight, delivering a bone-crushing punch to Namor's chest. The impact echoed like thunder, and Namor's body went limp as he was sent hurtling across the battlefield, crashing into the wreckage of a destroyed Marine ship.

Enel cursed under his breath, his injuries making him slower than usual. He shot forward in a bolt of lightning, reaching Namor's unconscious form just as Garp prepared to give chase.

Bogard called out, "Vice Admiral! Should we pursue?"

Garp waved him off, a grim smile on his face. "Let them go. The sea has a way of teaching fools their limits."

Enel grabbed Namor and, with a final burst of lightning, flew off toward the nearest island. The chaos of the battlefield faded into the distance as Enel pushed himself to his limits, his injuries threatening to drag him down.

When they finally landed on a remote beach, Enel dropped Namor unceremoniously onto the sand, collapsing beside him. "You're way too reckless, King of the Ocean. If I wasn't there, you'd be long gone!" Enel muttered, staring up at the sky.

Namor stirred faintly, his breath ragged. The trident, still glowing faintly, lay beside him, untouched by the sea's wrath.

A/N : since not a single person liked the last chapter, here's a better version I think 🙄