The Moby Dick continued to sail on the sea.
Although it was midday, the sky was overcast with dark clouds, and torrential rain poured down, with giant waves tens of meters high constantly rising and falling on the sea surface—the weather in the New World was always so unpredictable.
But obviously, for the Moby Dick, which had sailed on this sea for decades.
A mere rainstorm was just a bit of dust.
"Pops, Jozu and Thatch's news is back. Even using the connections of the underworld, they couldn't find Teach's whereabouts."
On the deck, Marco was reporting to Whitebeard.
And if you looked closely, you would find that most of the sixteen division commanders of the Whitebeard Pirates were not on the Moby Dick at this time.
Apart from a few division commanders responsible for guarding the ship, there were only Marco and Whitebeard on the entire deck.
After hearing this, Whitebeard just hummed faintly.
This made Marco a little confused: "Pops, are you sure 'Teach' is still alive?"
"That guy's Vivre Card is already..."
As he said this, he was talking about what the Whitebeard Pirates had been busy with recently.
After leaving Dressrosa, Marco immediately told Whitebeard what he had seen and heard in Dressrosa, especially about Teach.
But to his surprise, although Whitebeard didn't show much reaction on the surface after hearing this.
But Marco, who was very familiar with his old man, could see.
His old man seemed to care very much about this, or to be more precise—he seemed to have guessed something.
But he didn't tell Marco his guess, but instead issued a captain's order.
"Use all means to find Teach's whereabouts."
This was also something Marco couldn't understand.
From the memory of 'Balloon Salesman' Assoria, he of course also realized that Teach's death was not that simple.
But death was death—the disappearance of the Vivre Card could explain everything.
And the fact also seemed to be as he thought.
During this period of time, the Whitebeard Pirates and their affiliated pirates had used almost all their resources—even 'Flower Sword' Vista, who was a great swordsman, didn't go to watch Serpent and Hawkeye's duel, but in the end, they still gained nothing.
But after hearing Marco's tentative question, Whitebeard just said calmly: "Vivre Cards don't mean anything, Marco."
"If that guy inherited that ambition, then he definitely didn't die."
Inherited? Ambition?
Marco frowned slightly, still not understanding what his old man was saying.
"But Pops, the situation on the sea now..."
But he really intended to persuade his old man.
The situation on the sea was becoming more and more chaotic.
Especially the duel on Instan Island not long ago, and the fact that Emperor Red Hair took action and clashed with a Navy admiral, directly caused no small waves in the New World.
In this case, even the Whitebeard Pirates needed to be on high alert.
"The situation on the sea, Gura la la la!"
Speaking of this, Whitebeard also laughed loudly.
"Those guys really did a good job, actually getting rid of an 'Elder of the World Government'."
"Indeed, they really dare to do this kind of thing."
Marco also sighed—killing an Elder of the World Government was no different from directly starting a full-scale war with the World Government.
But now the World Government was clearly silent, at least there were no intense actions in the short term.
From this, it could be seen the current deterrence of the Twelve Zodiacs.
At this thought, Marco couldn't help but recall the few The Zodiac he had seen in Dressrosa, and that 'Star Lord' who summoned the souls of the dead from the underworld, like a god.
"The The Zodiac, truly amazing guys..."
Marco sighed like this.
But it was also at the same time that his words fell.
"Marco."
Whitebeard spoke softly: "Go get the wine."
"Huh?"
Hearing this, Marco almost suspected that he had misheard.
He looked at Whitebeard unhappily: "Pops, we agreed yesterday not to drink—you can't joke about your body."
He was determined that he couldn't let his old man drink alcohol again today.
But then, he saw Whitebeard glare: "Stupid brat!"
"Inviting guests to the ship but not treating them with wine—I don't remember teaching you such rules!"
His voice shook the entire deck.
And Marco was stunned again: "Guest?"
As he said the words, he heard a voice coming from behind him.
"No need to be so polite."
That calm voice made Marco's body stiffen instantly.
Not only because his Observation Haki didn't sense anyone else on the deck.
More importantly, this voice—he had heard it before.
"..."
So, Marco slowly turned his head.
Then he saw an incredible scene.
At this moment, the rainstorm that swept through the nearby sea was still continuing.
But only the vicinity of the Moby Dick was spared, and the wind and rain could not approach at all.
The dark clouds above the sky seemed to be pushed away by some invisible force, and only a ray of starlight fell through the gap.
And at this time, in that starlight.
A figure was slowly emerging.
Marco naturally recognized that masked figure flowing with starlight.
"Star Lord!"
He said in disbelief.
Yes.
Although the thirteenth division commander 'Atmos' and the eighth division commander 'Namur' of the Whitebeard Pirates were monitoring the sea conditions nearby.
But at this moment, the master of the The Zodiac had already crossed their alert and arrived on the deck of the Moby Dick.
"I'm here to keep the appointment."
And at this moment, Star Lord casually looked at Whitebeard: "As a guest, I also brought good wine."
As he spoke, he casually pointed his hand.
In the next moment...
"Buzz!"
From in front of him, a wine glass appeared out of thin air.
And from within the wine glass.
Strands of clear wine also emerged from it.
[Dream Creation - Dream Cup]
[Dream Creation - Star Brew]
"It won't affect your body."
Star Lord waved his hand and threw the wine glass to Whitebeard.
And he himself casually sat down cross-legged.
"Gura la la la? Sounds pretty good!"
And Whitebeard took the wine glass, smelled the wine inside.
Then, without waiting for Marco to stop him, he raised his head and drank the fine wine in the glass.
"Gudu... Gudu... Hmm?"
At the same time that the wine entered his mouth, Whitebeard was slightly stunned.
Because at this moment, he could feel that the hidden injuries that had accumulated in his body for many years began to recover rapidly at the same time that the wine entered his mouth.
A strong vitality was re-emerging from his body, making him feel refreshed.
And at the same time, the rich aroma of the wine made him vaguely see a place.
It was a dilapidated, barren place.
It was an island that had become a lawless land because it couldn't pay the Heavenly Tribute.
It was a place with orphans everywhere, and corpses lying all over the place.
Edward Newgate was also one of the orphans.
That was where his childhood was.
He remembered that island, and also remembered the things that the other orphans he protected gave him when he left that island.
It was a bottle of wine—found on the body of a robber, a very low-quality West Blue liquor.
That was the first time he had ever drunk alcohol in his life.
"Cough cough... Newgate! Be careful at sea!"
"You must be well!"
"We can't be with you!"
Whitebeard still remembered the answer he gave at the time.
"Everyone must work hard to live!"
"I will become famous and come back—I will take the people on the island to a place that is free from the world, without war and danger!"
"We are people without a home, but I will create a 'home' that belongs to us!"
That was the first 'agreement' he had made in his life.
Since then, Whitebeard had heard many flattering words, drunk many good wines, and made many agreements.
But for him, only that cup of wine at the 'starting point' of his life path was the deepest in his memory.
"Ha... it really is..."
Whitebeard grinned.
Through the picture reflected by the remaining wine in the bottom of the glass, he saw the old him, and the crescent-shaped mustache.
"In the blink of an eye, it's been many years."
He said so, then looked at Star Lord.
"The wine is good—what's its name?"
"Hometown."
"Gura la la la, a very suitable name!"
Whitebeard laughed loudly.
"I can't drink such precious wine for nothing."
Saying so, he gently raised his hand and waved his fist.
"Buzz!"
An invisible vibration erupted, shaking open the cabin door behind the deck.
A huge red wine bowl, and a bottle of wine that looked quite old, flew out with the vibration.
And seeing this scene, Star Lord's eyes flickered slightly.
The Tremor-Tremor Fruit was known as one of the strongest Paramecia abilities that 'can destroy the world.'
But Whitebeard could actually use such a dangerous ability to retrieve objects—from this, it could be seen that this great pirate's use of this fruit ability had indeed reached a superb level.
"Star Lord—I've wanted to meet you for a long time, Gura la la la!"
As he spoke, the seal on the bottle of wine was also opened.
The wine splashed into the huge red wine glass, and then landed in front of Star Lord.
"You invited me to drink a rare fine wine, and it just so happens that I also have a glass of fine wine here."
Speaking of this, he slightly raised his hand to signal.
"..."
And seeing his actions, Marco was stunned.
He naturally knew what Whitebeard's gesture meant—he wanted to chat with the other party alone, and didn't want to be disturbed by anyone.
He seemed to want to say something, but then he saw Whitebeard's firm eyes.
So, Marco, who knew his old man very well, didn't say anything more.
He just silently turned and left.
But before leaving, he glanced suspiciously at the already empty wine bottle—Pops actually still hid wine in his room?
It was clear that Star Lord didn't care about Marco's departure.
He just picked up the huge wine glass that landed in front of him.
"Hoo!"
He drank it all in one gulp.
And after putting down the wine bowl, he let out a sigh—he rarely drank, but he wouldn't refuse Whitebeard's gesture.
"Good wine."
After it entered his mouth, he found that the taste of this wine was even better than he had imagined—it even had a hint of cola flavor.
But as soon as he said this, he heard Whitebeard laugh loudly again.
"Good wine? I don't think so."
"I think this wine has a strange smell, but that guy said that this wine was specially made for you, and it's just right to leave for you."
As soon as these words came out.
Under Star Lord's mask, Roy was also stunned.
A wine made for him and left for him?
At first, he almost thought that Whitebeard meant that something indescribable had been added to this cup of wine.
But then, his gaze became thoughtful as he looked at the patterns that were clearly of Giant tribe style—speaking of which, he had felt that this type of wine glass was very familiar from the beginning.
And in his mind, he had already recalled where he had seen such a wine glass before.
It was in Big Mom's memory, at that banquet in Elbaf.
So, Roy naturally had an answer in his heart.
"This bottle of wine was left by Rocks?"