"Listen up, Whitebeard Pirates!" his voice boomed, shattering the sound of cannon fire. The battlefield went silent.
"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!" 481 : Ace Rescued! Whitebeard's Final Order!
But Edward Newgate—the man called Whitebeard—knew better. "Listen up, Whitebeard Pirates
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. Whitebeard Pirates!" his voice boomed