Fire and rubber danced in a lethal duo, carving a path through the elite Marine ranks. For a fleeting moment, hope felt like a physical weight, lifting the spirits of the battered Whitebeard Pirates. They were doing it. They were bringing their brother home.
He stood like a mountain of scarred flesh and sheer willpower, his massive naginata, Murakumogiri, planted in the cracked earth. Blood leaked from a hundred wounds, and his legendary coat hung heavy with the grime of war. He looked at his "sons" one last time. 481 : Ace Rescued! Whitebeard's Final Order!
"You and I part ways here," the Moby Dick’s captain declared, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "Everyone must survive! Return safely to the New World!" Fire and rubber danced in a lethal duo,
As the pirates began their desperate retreat toward the ships, Whitebeard stood alone against an army. He was the shield. He was the storm. He was the Great Pirate who had lived for nothing but the warmth of a family he never had as a child. They were bringing their brother home
"It’s a Captain’s Order," Whitebeard growled, his eyes narrowing as he turned his back on them to face the surging tide of Marines and the three Admirals. "I am a remnant of the old era. There is no ship in the new era for me!"