In the treacherous waters of the New World, the usual calm aboard the Whitebeard Pirates' ship was shattered. Saatchi captain of the Fourth Division and known for his ever-present smile lay cold and lifeless on the deck, his grin forever gone.
Marco, the First Division commander and ship's doctor, knelt beside the body. "No heartbeat. Cold for hours... he's been dead at least ten," he said grimly.
The crew stood frozen. They weren't just pirates; they were a family. And Saatchi Saatchi was one of their own.
"A teammate attacked him during the night," one crewmember muttered, his voice shaking.
The word "teammate" spread like ice water through the ship.
Whitebeard, towering in silence, his massive frame casting a shadow across the deck, clenched his bisento tightly. His deep voice broke the stillness like thunder: "Who would dare betray us?"
Ace stepped forward, fists clenched, eyes burning with rage. "Dad... Blackbeard. The second division he's gone. He killed Saatchi."
The crew erupted in disbelief. "Impossible!" some shouted. "They were friends!"
But the truth was unmistakable. Blackbeard, real name Marshall D. Teach, had vanished. The Dark-Dark Fruit, which Saatchi had recently discovered, was missing too.
A Fourth Division member stepped forward, voice heavy. "Saatchi found the Yami Yami no Mi not long ago. We didn't expect this…"
Whitebeard's face darkened, fury boiling beneath his calm exterior. "So... for the sake of a Devil Fruit, he killed his own brother."
The silence on deck turned to roaring outrage. "Vengeance for Saatchi!" they shouted, their grief now rage.
Marco looked to the horizon, sorrowful. "Teach must've been planning this from the start... And we never saw it coming."
Ace trembled with anger. "He was warned..." he muttered to himself. "Ayr warned us when we met him. Said to be wary of Blackbeard. I didn't listen..."
Whitebeard's brow furrowed. He remembered too Ayr, the mysterious legend, had once pulled him aside. "That one… keep an eye on him."
But Teach had always been quiet, loyal even friendly with Saatchi. No one suspected treachery.
"We don't tolerate betrayal," Whitebeard said, his voice like crashing waves. "He broke our one rule never harm a crewmate. For that, Blackbeard is no longer my son."
The declaration was final. A shiver ran through the men. Blackbeard was now the enemy of the Whitebeard Pirates for life.
From the Fourth Division ship, Whitebeard addressed his sons. "From this moment on, we pursue Teach without rest. I don't care where he runs we will find him."
He turned to Ace. "You were closest to him. Will you take this burden?"
Ace didn't hesitate. "I'll bring him back. Dead or alive."
"Then go," Whitebeard said solemnly. "But return alive. We've lost enough today."
The sea wind howled around them, carrying Saatchi's memory into the vast ocean beyond.
And from that day forward, the name Blackbeard was etched in fire into the hearts of the Whitebeard crew never to be forgiven, never to be forgotten.