It’s strange how the ring of a Den Den Mushi can trigger a storm of panic in your mind.

The Princess of Alabasta, the one who successfully infiltrated Baroque Works, has slipped through your fingers.

You weren't prepared… Who could have known the girl would actually show up?

But he won't want to hear excuses. He likely knows already, or perhaps he’s waiting for you to hang yourself with your own silence. You blink, realizing the snail is still demanding to be answered, its weird, low trill echoing through the room.

You take a deep breath and pick up the receiver.

"I don't recall giving you permission to keep me waiting.”