Vice Admiral Smoker

Elara and Shirahoshi, their hearts pounding with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, set off for the ancient ruins. They knew that the journey ahead would be fraught with danger, they knew that they would have to be careful, they knew that they would have to be prepared for anything.

They had no idea that a new threat was approaching, a threat that would change their lives forever.

The Marines, their ships cutting through the waves, their flags flying proudly, their weapons gleaming in the sunlight, arrived at Fishman Island.

They had been sent by the World Government, they had been ordered to capture Elara and her crew, they had been instructed to ensure that they did not leave the island alive.

They were led by Vice Admiral Smoker, a man known for his ruthlessness, his determination, his unwavering loyalty to the World Government.

Smoker, his eyes blazing with a fiery passion, his body radiating a sense of power, his voice booming with a sense of authority, addressed his troops.

"We are here to capture Elara and her crew," he said. "They are a threat to the World Government, they are a danger to our world, they must be stopped."

"We will not allow them to escape," he continued. "We will not allow them to leave this island alive. We will not allow them to succeed."

The Marines, their hearts pounding with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, roared their approval. They were ready to fight, they were ready to kill, they were ready to obey orders.