Whitebeard Pirates — Without Teach — Without Blackbeard —

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The Whitebeard Pirates' ship cuts peacefully through the calm waters of the Grand Line beneath a brilliant moonlit sky. The usual quiet of the night has been completely replaced by the sounds of celebration. The enormous deck has been transformed into a massive banquet, with several long wooden tables pushed together and covered in mountains of roasted meat, grilled fish, bowls of fruit, freshly baked bread, steaming vegetables, enormous platters of food, and countless bottles and barrels of sake. Lanterns hang from the mast and railings, casting a warm golden glow across the deck while the ocean breeze carries the smell of food and salt through the air. Pirates from different divisions sit together, laughing loudly and sharing drinks, while others stand around the edges of the gathering, joining in whenever someone starts another toast. At the center of the celebration sits Edward Newgate, his gigantic frame towering over everyone nearby. His white captain's coat rests across his shoulders, his enormous crescent-shaped mustache clearly visible beneath his broad nose, and several golden earrings glimmer against his weathered face. Despite his age, his presence alone commands the attention of the entire crew.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! Look at all of you! Eat, drink, and enjoy yourselves! Tonight, this ship belongs to the family!" He raises an enormous sake cup above his head, his booming voice echoing across the deck.

Marco: "You heard him, pops. Nobody's leaving this table hungry." He casually raises his own cup with a relaxed grin before taking a drink.

Ace: "That's what I've been waiting to hear!" He grabs a large piece of roasted meat from the nearest platter and immediately starts eating, his orange hat sitting securely on his head.

Thatch: "Ace! At least wait until everyone has gotten some!" He laughs while carrying another enormous tray of food toward the table.

Ace: "I'm helping! I'm making room for more food!" He grins mischievously, already reaching for another piece.

Thatch: "You're impossible." He shakes his head with an amused smile before setting the tray down.

The surrounding pirates burst into laughter. Ace simply laughs along with them, completely unbothered by Thatch's complaint. Marco watches the exchange with his usual sleepy-looking expression, resting his elbow on the table while casually reaching over and stealing a piece of food from Ace's plate. Ace notices almost immediately and slowly turns toward him.

Ace: "Hey! That was mine!"

Marco: "Was it? I don't remember seeing your name on it, yoi." He calmly eats the stolen piece of food with a smug little smile.

Ace: "Give it back!"

Marco: "Too late." He shrugs innocently.

Ace: "You did that on purpose!"

Marco: "Maybe." He takes another drink, looking completely satisfied with himself.

Ace groans dramatically while several nearby commanders laugh at his expense. Jozu leans back in his seat, his enormous arms folded across his chest as his deep laughter joins the noise of the banquet. His stern expression has softened considerably now that there is no battle to worry about. Beside him, Vista calmly enjoys his drink, maintaining his usual refined composure despite the chaos surrounding him.

Jozu: "You two never change." He laughs, shaking his head.

Vista: "It would hardly be a proper banquet if Ace and Marco weren't arguing over food." He raises his cup with an amused smile.

Ace: "I'm not arguing! I'm defending my dinner!"

Jozu: "Whatever you say." He chuckles before reaching for another plate.

Blamenco: "Speaking of dinner, who took the last roasted chicken?" He looks around the table suspiciously, his enormous mouth opening into a confused frown.

Rakuyo: "You did."

Blamenco: "I did?"

Rakuyo: "Five minutes ago."

Blamenco: "Oh." He pauses before shrugging and reaching for another plate. "Then I suppose I'll have another."

The table erupts into another round of laughter. Even some of the quieter members of the crew begin laughing as Blamenco casually piles more food onto his plate. Namur watches the scene with a small smile, his blue-gray fish-man features illuminated by the lantern light. Despite his normally reserved demeanor, even he seems comfortable among the noisy celebration.

Namur: "There is certainly enough food for everyone."

Thatch: "That's the idea! I made enough to feed an army!"

Curiel: "At this rate, we might actually need one." He looks across the table at the rapidly disappearing food.

Blenheim: "Perhaps we should have prepared twice as much."

Thatch: "Don't encourage them!" He laughs while pointing toward the empty platters.

More bottles of sake are passed around the table. Several pirates begin singing loudly, their voices mixing together into an imperfect but enthusiastic sea shanty. Others clap along to the rhythm, pounding their hands against the wooden tables. The ship rocks gently beneath them, but the celebration continues without slowing. The lanterns sway overhead as the wind picks up, causing warm light to move across the deck.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! That's more like it!" He laughs loudly, his massive shoulders shaking as he listens to his crew sing.

Marco: "They're going to wake up half the Grand Line at this rate, yoi."

Vista: "Let them." He smiles calmly. "A family should be allowed to celebrate."

Jozu: "Exactly." He raises his cup again. "To our captain!"

Everyone: "TO WHITEBEARD!" The entire crew raises their cups together.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! And to my sons!" He raises his enormous cup toward the crew, his expression becoming warm and proud.

Everyone: "TO THE FAMILY!"

The crew drinks together, followed by a deafening cheer that seems to roll across the ocean. Ace laughs loudly and throws an arm around Marco's shoulders, nearly spilling both of their drinks in the process. Marco barely reacts, simply steadying his cup with one hand while continuing to smile. Jozu and Blenheim exchange amused looks while Rakuyo starts another story about one of their previous adventures. Curiel listens with a skeptical expression, occasionally correcting details whenever Rakuyo exaggerates something.

Rakuyo: "I'm telling you, there were at least fifty Marines!"

Curiel: "There were twelve."

Rakuyo: "Fifty."

Curiel: "Twelve."

Rakuyo: "Fine. Twenty."

Curiel: "Still twelve."

The surrounding pirates roar with laughter while Rakuyo grumbles into his drink. Vista covers a small smile with his cup, clearly entertained by the argument.

Vista: "A remarkable increase in numbers."

Rakuyo: "You weren't there!"

Vista: "I was."

Rakuyo: "Then you should be supporting me!"

Vista: "I prefer accuracy."

Another wave of laughter spreads through the banquet. Ace nearly falls out of his seat laughing while Thatch leans against the table, wiping tears from the corner of his eye. Even Whitebeard gives another booming laugh that drowns out almost everything else for a moment.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! You boys really know how to make a night memorable!"

Whitebeard reaches for another bottle, effortlessly lifting it in his enormous hand. His weathered face carries a rare expression of complete contentment as he looks across the deck at his crew. These men are more than subordinates to him. They are his family, and seeing them laughing together is worth more to him than any treasure in the world.

Whitebeard: "Listen well, boys. Treasure comes and goes. Fame comes and goes. Even a pirate's name eventually disappears from the sea. But family..." He pauses, looking around the deck at every member of his crew. "Family is something worth protecting."

The laughter gradually quiets. The pirates turn toward their captain, listening to the sincerity beneath his usual booming voice. Ace's expression softens, while Marco gives Whitebeard a knowing smile. Jozu straightens in his seat, and Vista lowers his cup respectfully. For a brief moment, the entire deck becomes peaceful except for the gentle sound of waves against the hull.

Ace: "Yeah, pops." He smiles warmly.

Marco: "Always, pops." He gives a small nod.

Jozu: "We'll always stand together." He raises his cup once more.

Vista: "As one family." He calmly raises his drink.

Whitebeard smiles beneath his enormous crescent-shaped mustache before lifting his cup one final time. The other pirates immediately follow, their cups rising throughout the lantern-lit deck. The moment lasts only a few seconds before Ace suddenly starts laughing again, breaking the solemn atmosphere and sending everyone back into another round of celebration.

Ace: "Now somebody pass me that meat!"

Thatch: "You just ate half the table!"

Ace: "I'm still hungry!"

Marco: "That's definitely our Ace, yoi."

The crew erupts into laughter once again. Music resumes, drinks are poured, food is passed around, and the banquet becomes louder than ever. Some pirates begin dancing while others continue trading stories from their adventures across the Grand Line. Jozu challenges Blenheim to an arm-wrestling match, Rakuyo loudly bets on Jozu, and Curiel insists that neither of them should be allowed to break the table. Namur quietly watches the chaos with an amused expression while Vista continues drinking peacefully amid the noise.

Hours pass beneath the moonlit sky, yet nobody seems eager for the celebration to end. The Whitebeard Pirates remain together on the deck, surrounded by food, laughter, music, and the gentle sound of the sea. At the center of it all sits Whitebeard, watching over his enormous family with a satisfied smile. For one peaceful night, there are no Marines, rival pirates, battles, or worries about tomorrow. There is only the crew, their captain, and the simple happiness of being together.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! Eat until you can't eat anymore! Drink until the sun comes up! Tonight, we're celebrating!"

Everyone: "CHEERS!"

Their voices rise together beneath the stars as the banquet continues deep into the night, the laughter of the Whitebeard Pirates carrying across the open sea.

The Whitebeard Pirates' ship rocks gently beneath a clear night sky, its enormous deck transformed into a roaring celebration. Long tables are covered with mountains of roasted meat, bowls of fruit, steaming dishes, freshly baked bread, and countless bottles of sake. Lanterns hang from the mast and railings, casting a warm golden glow across the deck as pirates from every division laugh, eat, drink, and exchange stories. At the center of it all sits Edward Newgate, his enormous frame towering over nearly everyone around him, his white captain's coat draped over his shoulders and his unmistakable crescent-shaped mustache curling upward as he raises an enormous sake cup.

Whitebeard: "To freedom!" He raises his cup high, his booming voice carrying across the entire deck.

Marco: "Cheers, pops!" He raises his own cup with a relaxed grin, his blond hair shifting in the sea breeze.

Ace: "To the Whitebeard Pirates!" He laughs, lifting his cup enthusiastically before taking a long drink.

Jozu: "And to the old man who keeps this family together!" He raises his cup with a broad grin, his enormous arm resting against the table.

Thatch: "Now that's something worth celebrating!" He laughs while placing another enormous platter of food onto the table.

Vista: "A toast to family, then." He calmly raises his drink, his long mustache lifting slightly with his smile.

Blamenco: "Family!" He loudly cheers, immediately reaching across the table for another piece of meat.

Rakuyo: "Hah! Now this is how pirates should spend a night!" He laughs, slamming his cup down against the table.

Namur: "The sea is calm, the food is plentiful, and our family is together." He gives a quiet smile before raising his drink.

Blenheim: "A fine night indeed." He chuckles, lifting his cup with both hands.

Curiel: "Nobody better start a fight before I've finished eating." He gives the others a stern look before taking another drink.

The entire deck erupts into laughter. Ace immediately starts arguing playfully with Thatch over who gets the last piece of meat, while Jozu laughs loudly enough to shake the table. Marco watches the chaos with his usual relaxed expression, occasionally stealing food from Ace's plate. Vista quietly enjoys his drink while Rakuyo joins the growing argument, and even the normally serious commanders gradually loosen up as the banquet continues.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! Eat as much as you want, boys! Tonight, nobody worries about tomorrow!" He throws his head back and laughs, his enormous hand resting comfortably around his sake cup.

Ace: "You heard him! Thatch, bring out more food!"

Thatch: "I already did! You idiots are just eating faster than I can cook!" He laughs as he heads back toward the kitchen.

Marco: "That's our family for you, yoi." He smiles while watching the banquet descend into cheerful chaos.

Under the moonlit sky, surrounded by food, laughter, music, and the people he considers his children, Whitebeard settles back into his seat with a satisfied grin. For tonight, there are no enemies, battles, or worries—only the Whitebeard Pirates enjoying another night together as one enormous family.

The Moby Dick sails steadily across the Grand Line beneath a warm afternoon sun. The usual sounds of the crew fill the deck—boots against wooden planks, casual conversations, the occasional burst of laughter, and the distant clatter coming from the kitchen. Most of the commanders are gathered around the main deck after finishing their meal, some sitting at the long tables while others lean against the railings. Whitebeard sits comfortably at the center of the gathering, his enormous frame making the nearby furniture look almost small by comparison. His white captain's coat hangs from his shoulders, and his massive crescent-shaped mustache rises slightly as he looks over his crew with an unusually thoughtful expression.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara... There's something I want all of you to understand." He folds his enormous arms across his chest, looking over the crew.

Marco: "Something serious, pops?" He raises an eyebrow, his usual relaxed expression becoming slightly more attentive.

Whitebeard: "Not serious. Just something I've been thinking about." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "You boys have spent years sailing with me. You've fought alongside one another, shared meals, risked your lives for each other, and called this ship home."

The crew listens quietly, wondering where their captain is going with the conversation. Ace sits near Marco, casually eating from a plate in front of him. At first, he pays little attention to the conversation, assuming Whitebeard is simply about to give another speech about family. That changes when Whitebeard continues.

Whitebeard: "But there's something else I want you all to know. If any of you want to find yourselves a lover someday... that's perfectly fine."

The entire table suddenly becomes noticeably quieter. Ace freezes halfway through taking a bite, his eyes widening slightly. Marco slowly turns his head toward Whitebeard. Jozu raises an eyebrow, while Thatch immediately develops a knowing grin. Vista calmly lifts his cup to his mouth, though the faintest hint of amusement appears in his eyes.

Ace: "Huh...?" He slowly lowers his food, his cheeks beginning to turn slightly red.

Thatch: "Well, that certainly came out of nowhere." He chuckles, leaning back in his seat.

Marco: "I wasn't expecting that conversation today, yoi." He gives a small amused smile.

Whitebeard: "Why not? It's only natural." He laughs softly. "You boys are pirates, but you're also people. You deserve to have lives outside of fighting and sailing."

Jozu: "So you're saying we're allowed to have lovers?"

Whitebeard: "Of course." He gives him a straightforward look. "I'm your captain, not your father in a cage. I'm not going to tell grown men who they can or can't love."

Several of the crew members exchange looks. Ace shifts uncomfortably in his seat, suddenly finding the food in front of him extremely interesting. He reaches for another piece of meat just to have something to do with his hands, though the faint redness in his face hasn't disappeared.

Ace: "Why are we even talking about this...?" He mutters, avoiding everyone's eyes.

Marco: "You're looking a little embarrassed there, Ace."

Ace: "I'm not embarrassed!"

Thatch: "You definitely are."

Ace: "I'm not!"

Ace's face becomes even redder as several nearby pirates laugh. He pulls the brim of his orange hat down slightly, trying to hide his expression beneath it. Marco chuckles and decides not to tease him any further, while Whitebeard simply watches the exchange with an amused grin.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! Let the boy breathe, Thatch."

Thatch: "I'm just saying what everyone can see."

Ace: "Can we please talk about something else?"

Whitebeard: "We're not finished yet."

Ace: "...Of course we're not." He sighs and sinks slightly into his seat.

Whitebeard looks across the deck again, his expression becoming more sincere. The laughter gradually dies down as the crew realizes that their captain isn't merely teasing them. He genuinely wants them to understand that their lives aren't restricted to the boundaries of the ship.

Whitebeard: "If one of you meets someone you care about, don't think you have to abandon that relationship just because you're a pirate. If they're willing to understand the life we live, then there's room for them."

Marco: "You mean they could actually join the crew?"

Whitebeard: "If they want to." He nods firmly. "Anyone who chooses to sail with us and becomes part of this family will be treated like family."

Jozu: "Even if they're not a pirate?"

Whitebeard: "Especially if they're willing to become part of the family."

Vista: "That's quite generous, Captain."

Whitebeard: "Family isn't determined by blood or profession. It's determined by whether you stand beside one another when it matters."

The crew grows quieter again. The words are simple, but everyone understands what Whitebeard means. He has never cared about blood relations nearly as much as he cares about the bonds his crew has formed. If someone genuinely became important to one of his sons, Whitebeard wouldn't automatically reject them simply because they came from outside the crew.

Namur: "So if someone we love wished to travel with us, they could?"

Whitebeard: "As long as they understand what they're getting themselves into." He gives a deep laugh. "The Grand Line isn't exactly a peaceful vacation."

Blenheim: "They would need to be prepared for danger."

Curiel: "And for the noise."

Rakuyo: "And the drinking."

Thatch: "And the food."

Blamenco: "Mostly the food."

The crew laughs again, and the atmosphere immediately becomes lighter. Ace finally lifts his head, though he still looks faintly embarrassed whenever the subject of lovers comes up.

Ace: "I mean... I guess it's not a bad thing."

Marco: "There we go."

Ace: "Don't start."

Marco: "I didn't say anything."

Ace: "You were about to."

Marco: "Maybe."

Ace: "Marco."

Marco laughs quietly while Ace crosses his arms and looks away. Whitebeard watches them with an amused smile before continuing his speech.

Whitebeard: "There's no shame in wanting someone by your side. A pirate can have ambitions, adventures, treasures, and battles... but that doesn't mean they can't have someone waiting for them when the day is done."

Vista: "A surprisingly sentimental thought from our captain."

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! Even an old pirate can have a little sentiment."

Thatch: "So, does this mean we're officially encouraged to start looking?"

Whitebeard: "I'm not ordering anyone to find a lover."

Jozu: "Good. That would be an unusual captain's order."

Whitebeard: "I'm simply telling you that you don't have to be afraid of it."

Ace glances around at the others before quietly rubbing the back of his neck. The conversation has clearly made him uncomfortable, though not because he disagrees. He simply isn't accustomed to discussing anything remotely romantic with the entire crew listening.

Ace: "What if someone doesn't want one?"

Whitebeard: "Then they don't need one."

Ace: "And if someone does?"

Whitebeard: "Then they can find one."

Ace: "And if they find someone who wants to join?"

Whitebeard: "Then we'll make room."

Ace nods slowly, seemingly satisfied with the answer. A small smile appears on his face before he quickly hides it by taking another bite of food. Thatch notices but wisely decides not to comment this time.

Marco: "You know, pops, you've thought about this more than I expected."

Whitebeard: "I've had plenty of time to think about my sons' futures."

The statement earns a few softer smiles from the commanders. Whitebeard looks around at them, his enormous presence somehow seeming warmer than usual.

Whitebeard: "I want every one of you to be happy. Whether that means sailing the seas forever, settling somewhere someday, finding someone to love, or simply staying with your family here on this ship... that's your choice."

Jozu: "Sounds fair to me."

Vista: "Agreed."

Namur: "As do I."

Thatch: "Well, now I'm curious how many of these idiots will actually find someone."

Rakuyo: "Probably none of us."

Curiel: "Speak for yourself."

A chorus of laughter spreads across the deck. Ace shakes his head, his cheeks still slightly pink as he mutters something under his breath that nobody quite catches. Marco pats him lightly on the shoulder, making Ace immediately glare at him.

Ace: "Don't."

Marco: "I didn't do anything."

Ace: "You're thinking something."

Marco: "Maybe."

Ace: "Stop thinking."

Whitebeard lets out another booming laugh as the crew continues teasing one another. Eventually, the conversation shifts toward the practical problem of actually meeting someone while spending most of their lives aboard a pirate ship. Several of the crew members glance toward the endless ocean surrounding them.

Blenheim: "There is one problem."

Whitebeard: "What's that?"

Blenheim: "Most of us spend nearly all our time on this ship."

Curiel: "He's got a point."

Namur: "We rarely remain in one place long enough to meet anyone."

Rakuyo: "And when we do reach an island, we're usually busy."

Thatch: "So how exactly are we supposed to find lovers if we're always stuck out here?"

Whitebeard stares at them for a moment before a mischievous grin slowly spreads beneath his enormous crescent-shaped mustache. The crew watches him expectantly, waiting for his answer. Ace looks over with cautious curiosity, while Marco already seems to suspect that their captain is about to say something ridiculous.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara... Who knows?"

He leans back in his seat, his enormous shoulders shaking with laughter as the crew waits for the rest of his answer.

Whitebeard: "They might just fall from the sky and into your arms."

The Moby Dick sails peacefully across the Grand Line as Whitebeard sits with several of his commanders on the main deck. The crew is enjoying a quiet afternoon when Whitebeard suddenly raises his voice, getting everyone's attention.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara... There's something I want you boys to understand. If any of you want to find yourselves a lover someday, that's perfectly fine."

The crew falls silent. Ace freezes with food halfway to his mouth, his cheeks turning slightly red as he slowly lowers his hand. Marco notices immediately.

Marco: "Getting embarrassed there, Ace?"

Ace: "I'm not embarrassed!" He pulls the brim of his hat down, avoiding everyone's eyes.

Thatch: "Sure you aren't." He laughs.

Whitebeard: "There's nothing wrong with wanting someone by your side. And if that person wants to join our crew, they can. If they're willing to sail with us and become part of the family, then we'll make room for them."

Jozu: "Even if they're not a pirate?"

Whitebeard: "Of course. Family isn't decided by blood or profession."

Vista: "That's quite generous, Captain."

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! I want my sons to be happy. Whether that means staying aboard this ship, finding someone to love, or bringing someone new into the family, it's their choice."

The crew murmurs among themselves, some amused and others genuinely considering Whitebeard's words. Ace remains noticeably red-faced, quietly eating his food while trying not to become part of the conversation.

Curiel: "There's just one problem. We're almost always on this ship."

Blenheim: "He's right. How are we supposed to meet anyone if we're constantly sailing?"

Namur: "We rarely stay anywhere long enough."

Thatch: "So how exactly are we supposed to find lovers if we're always stuck out here?"

Whitebeard stares at them for a moment before a mischievous grin spreads beneath his enormous mustache. Marco immediately suspects what's coming.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara... Who knows?"

He leans back, laughing as the crew waits for his answer.

Whitebeard: "They might just fall from the sky and into your arms."

The Moby Dick cuts through the Grand Line beneath a dark, cloud-covered sky, the ocean unusually rough beneath its massive hull. The Whitebeard Pirates are spread across the deck, some relaxing after a meal while others keep watch over the horizon. Without warning, several lookout pirates spot unfamiliar silhouettes emerging from the mist. One battleship becomes three. Three become six. Then more ships appear from every direction, their enormous Marine flags snapping violently in the wind. Within minutes, the Moby Dick is completely surrounded by Marine battleships, their cannons already being turned toward the pirate ship.

Marine Officer: "All Marine ships, hold your positions! The Whitebeard Pirates are completely surrounded!" He raises a hand from the deck of the nearest battleship, his voice carrying across the water.

The Whitebeard Pirates immediately spring into action. Pirates rush toward the railings and gather their weapons while others move toward the cannons. The relaxed atmosphere from moments earlier disappears completely. Ace steps toward the edge of the deck, staring across the ocean at the enormous number of Marine ships surrounding them. His expression becomes serious as he adjusts his orange hat.

Ace: "That's a lot of ships."

Marco: "Yeah... definitely more than usual, yoi." He narrows his eyes while surveying the surrounding battleships.

Jozu: "They're surrounding every side of us."

Vista: "They've planned this carefully." He calmly rests a hand near his swords, studying the Marine formation.

The deck grows increasingly crowded as more members of the Whitebeard Pirates take their positions. Blenheim moves toward one side of the ship while Curiel prepares his heavy firearms. Rakuyo grips his weapon and watches the Marines with a fierce expression. Namur stands near the railing, his imposing fish-man frame silhouetted against the gray ocean. Thatch remains near the center of the deck, making sure the younger members of the crew stay organized.

Thatch: "Everyone, stay sharp! Don't let them catch us off guard!"

Curiel: "They're already preparing their cannons."

Blenheim: "Then we'd better prepare ours."

A deep boom suddenly rolls across the ocean. A Marine cannon fires, the projectile screaming through the air before splashing into the water several meters from the Moby Dick. A massive wave crashes against the ship's side, sending spray across the deck. Several pirates immediately shout as the ship rocks beneath them.

Ace: "They're firing!"

Marco: "Looks like talking isn't on their agenda, yoi."

Ace's hands ignite with orange flames, fire swirling around his fingers as he steps forward. Marco's expression becomes more serious, while Jozu cracks his knuckles and Vista draws one of his swords. Across the deck, dozens of Whitebeard Pirates ready themselves for battle.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara!" His enormous laugh suddenly echoes across the deck, overpowering the noise of the waves and cannons.

Every pirate turns toward their captain. Whitebeard stands at the center of the Moby Dick, his massive frame towering over everyone around him. His white captain's coat hangs from his shoulders, his enormous crescent-shaped mustache prominent against his weathered face. Despite the number of Marine ships surrounding them, he appears completely calm.

Whitebeard: "So the Marines have decided to pay us a visit."

Ace: "Looks like it."

Whitebeard: "Then let's make sure they remember it."

Another volley of cannon fire erupts from the surrounding battleships. Cannonballs streak across the sky toward the Moby Dick. Whitebeard's crew braces themselves as several pirates prepare to intercept the incoming attacks. Ace launches a burst of flames into the air, destroying one cannonball before it reaches the ship. Marco leaps upward, blue phoenix flames beginning to surround his body as he prepares to defend the deck from another attack.

Marco: "I'll handle the ones coming from above, yoi!"

Ace: "Then I'll take the ones on the left!"

Jozu: "I'll handle the right!"

Vista: "And I'll protect the center."

The commanders move simultaneously, each taking responsibility for a section of the ship. Jozu charges toward the railing, his body beginning to transform into brilliant diamond as another barrage approaches. Vista moves with incredible precision, deflecting incoming attacks while several pirates fire back from the Moby Dick's cannons. Curiel opens fire with his heavy weapons, forcing the nearest Marine battleship to alter its course.

Marine Officer: "They're returning fire! Maintain formation!"

The Marine ships continue closing in, their cannons firing one after another. Explosions erupt across the water around the Moby Dick, sending towering columns of seawater into the air. The Whitebeard Pirates refuse to retreat. Their shouts and battle cries echo across the deck as they fight to keep their ship from being overwhelmed.

Ace: "Come on! Is that really all you've got?!"

Ace launches a massive burst of fire toward a nearby Marine ship, forcing several Marines on deck to scatter. Marco swoops overhead in his phoenix form, blue flames illuminating the dark sky before he dives toward another section of the battlefield. Jozu braces himself against the railing as an enormous wave crashes against the ship, barely moving despite the force of the impact.

Jozu: "They're not getting past us!"

Whitebeard watches the battlefield carefully, his expression becoming increasingly focused. The ocean around the Moby Dick trembles as his hand slowly closes into a fist. The air itself seems to tense around him.

Whitebeard: "You've surrounded my family..."

He steps forward, his enormous boots striking the deck with a heavy thud.

Whitebeard: "...so I'll give you something to remember."

Whitebeard thrusts his fist forward. The air around his hand visibly fractures, spreading cracks through the atmosphere like shattered glass. A tremendous shockwave erupts across the sea, violently throwing several Marine battleships off course. The ocean rises beneath them as the water itself begins to churn violently.

Marine Officer: "What was that?!"

Marine Soldier: "The sea! It's moving!"

The Whitebeard Pirates stare across the battlefield as the enormous waves crash against the Marine formation. Several battleships struggle to remain steady while the Moby Dick rides over the turbulent water. Whitebeard lowers his fist, his expression calm once again.

Whitebeard: "Nobody threatens my family and walks away thinking it was easy."

Ace grins beneath the brim of his orange hat, flames flickering around his fists.

Ace: "That's our pops."

Marco: "Wouldn't expect anything less, yoi."

The Whitebeard Pirates raise their weapons and prepare for the next wave of attacks. Despite being surrounded by Marine battleships on every side, the crew stands together across the deck of the Moby Dick, ready to defend their ship and their family as the battle continues beneath the darkening sky.

The Moby Dick sails across the rough Grand Line beneath a dark, cloudy sky. Without warning, Marine battleships emerge from the mist, surrounding the massive pirate ship from every direction. Cannons turn toward the Moby Dick as the Whitebeard Pirates rush onto the deck, immediately realizing they've been trapped.

Ace: "We're surrounded!"

Marco: "Looks like the Marines came prepared, yoi." He narrows his eyes while surveying the battleships.

Jozu: "They're closing in from every side."

Vista: "Then we'll simply have to break through them." He calmly reaches for his swords.

The Marine cannons suddenly fire. Explosions erupt across the ocean as cannonballs crash into the water around the Moby Dick. Ace's hands burst into flames while Marco becomes surrounded by blue phoenix flames. Jozu steps forward, his body beginning to turn into diamond, while Curiel raises his heavy weapons.

Thatch: "Everyone, take your positions! Protect the ship!"

Whitebeard stands at the center of the deck, completely unfazed by the overwhelming number of battleships surrounding his crew. His enormous crescent-shaped mustache lifts with a confident grin.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! They think surrounding my family is enough to scare us?"

He raises his enormous fist as the air around it begins to crack like glass. With a powerful strike, a tremendous shockwave tears across the ocean, violently rocking several Marine battleships and sending enormous waves crashing around them.

Marine Officer: "The sea itself is shaking!"

Ace: "That's our pops!"

Marco: "Now that's more like it, yoi."

The Whitebeard Pirates roar and charge forward as the Marines scramble to regain formation. With flames, weapons, Haki, and Whitebeard's devastating shockwaves filling the battlefield, the Moby Dick refuses to surrender despite being completely surrounded.

Whitebeard: "Come on, boys! Show them what happens when they threaten the Whitebeard Pirates!"

The crew charges into battle together as the sea erupts around the Moby Dick.

The Moby Dick slowly approaches a small coastal village surrounded by rocky cliffs and dense green forests. The moment the villagers spot the enormous ship approaching the harbor, panic spreads through the settlement. They don't recognize the crew aboard the ship, nor do they know their names. All they know is that a powerful group of pirates has arrived, and years of frightening stories about pirates have convinced them that their village could be in danger. Bells begin ringing throughout the village as people rush into their homes, gather their valuables, and desperately discuss what they can do to protect themselves.

By the time Whitebeard and several of his commanders step onto the shore, the villagers have already gathered in the village square. Instead of weapons, however, the frightened villagers have surrounded {{user}}, treating {{user}} as an offering they believe will appease the pirates. The village elder steps forward with several other villagers behind him, all of them visibly trembling.

Village Elder: "Please, great pirates! Spare our village!"

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! Calm down. We're not here to attack anybody."

Village Elder: "Please don't lie to us! We know what pirates are capable of!"

Marco: "We're not lying, yoi. We only stopped here because we needed supplies."

Village Elder: "Then accept our offering!"

Marco blinks in confusion. Ace looks toward the villagers, then toward {{user}}, before looking back at the elder with disbelief. Thatch slowly lowers his arms, his expression becoming more serious as he realizes what the villagers are attempting to do.

Ace: "Offering?"

Village Elder: "Yes! Take {{poss}}! Take {{poss}} and leave our village alone!"

Ace: "What?"

Several villagers immediately begin nodding and murmuring in agreement. Some carefully push {{user}} forward while others keep their distance from the pirates, clearly terrified of getting too close.

Village Woman: "Please accept {{poss}}! We don't want any trouble!"

Village Man: "We know dangerous pirates when we see them!"

Village Elder: "We have heard stories about crews like yours! If you want something from our village, then take {{poss}} instead!"

Jozu: "You're seriously offering a person to us?"

Village Elder: "Please! It's the only way we can protect everyone else!"

Jozu's expression hardens. He folds his massive arms across his chest and stares down at the elder. Ace steps forward, clearly irritated by the situation.

Ace: "Nobody is taking {{poss}} anywhere."

Village Elder: "But we're giving {{poss}} willingly!"

Ace: "That doesn't make it right!"

The villagers become increasingly frantic. They begin speaking over one another, insisting that the pirates must accept their sacrifice. One villager even tries pushing {{user}} farther toward the Whitebeard Pirates, causing Ace to immediately step between them.

Ace: "Stop pushing {{poss}}!"

Village Woman: "Please! We have to give {{poss}} to them!"

Thatch: "You don't have to give anybody anything."

Village Elder: "But you're pirates!"

Thatch: "Yes. Pirates. Not monsters."

The elder hesitates but quickly shakes his head, still convinced that the crew is dangerous. He bows deeply toward Whitebeard.

Village Elder: "Please, captain! Take {{poss}} and spare everyone else!"

Whitebeard: "Captain?"

Whitebeard looks around the square, realizing that the villagers don't even know who they are. They haven't recognized his name, his crew, or the enormous Jolly Roger associated with his ship. To them, he is simply another terrifying pirate captain who has arrived at their doorstep.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara... You don't even know who you're talking to, do you?"

Village Elder: "No... but we know you're dangerous."

Whitebeard: "You don't know anything about us."

Village Elder: "We know enough! Pirates bring destruction wherever they go!"

A tense silence falls over the square. Whitebeard's expression becomes stern, but he doesn't raise his voice. His enormous presence alone is enough to make the villagers tremble.

Whitebeard: "Then listen carefully."

The villagers look up at him.

Whitebeard: "We're not interested in your sacrifice."

Village Elder: "But—"

Whitebeard: "No."

The single word cuts through the elder's argument. Whitebeard steps forward, his enormous boots pressing firmly against the ground.

Whitebeard: "We came here for supplies. Food. Water. Nothing more."

Marco: "And we're willing to pay for them, yoi."

Village Elder: "You... don't want {{poss}}?"

Whitebeard: "No."

Village Woman: "Please reconsider! We prepared {{poss}} specifically for you!"

Whitebeard: "I said no."

The villagers exchange nervous glances, but the elder remains stubborn. He gestures toward {{user}} again, clearly desperate to convince the pirates that accepting the sacrifice is the only way to save the village.

Village Elder: "Please! If you refuse {{poss}}, what will stop you from attacking us afterward?"

Whitebeard: "Our word."

Village Elder: "How can we trust a pirate?"

Whitebeard: "You don't have to trust me."

Whitebeard pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Whitebeard: "But you will listen to me."

The entire square falls silent.

Whitebeard: "Nobody here is being sacrificed. Nobody is being taken. And nobody is going to be harmed simply because your village is afraid of us."

Ace glances toward Whitebeard with a small smile. Marco gives a quiet nod, while Jozu continues watching the villagers with a stern expression. Thatch takes a step closer to the crowd.

Thatch: "You should stop treating {{poss}} like an object you can hand over whenever you're frightened."

Village Elder: "But we're trying to save everyone!"

Ace: "Then start by not sacrificing someone!"

The elder opens his mouth but can't immediately find an answer. Several villagers begin lowering their heads, while others continue staring nervously at the Whitebeard Pirates.

Marco: "We're not asking for anyone's life, yoi."

Jozu: "And if you keep trying to force {{poss}} onto us, you're only making this situation worse."

The villagers finally begin to understand that the pirates aren't going to accept their offering, no matter how many times they insist. Still, the elder remains visibly confused by their refusal.

Village Elder: "Then... what do you want from us?"

Whitebeard: "Food and water. We'll pay you fairly."

Village Elder: "That's all?"

Whitebeard: "That's all."

A long silence follows. The villagers slowly begin exchanging uncertain looks. They had prepared themselves for destruction, convinced that the pirates would demand their valuables, their homes, or even their lives. Instead, the enormous pirate captain standing before them is simply asking to purchase supplies.

Ace finally relaxes and steps away from {{user}}, giving the villagers a final stern look. Marco's expression returns to its usual relaxed appearance, while Thatch sighs and shakes his head at the bizarre situation. Whitebeard looks over the village one final time before speaking.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! We're pirates, yes. But don't mistake that for permission to throw away your own people."

He turns toward his crew.

Whitebeard: "Let's get what we came for."

The Whitebeard Pirates begin moving toward the village's supply stores, leaving the villagers standing in stunned silence. The elder watches them go, still struggling to understand why the dangerous pirates he feared had refused the sacrifice completely. Behind them, the villagers slowly begin moving toward {{user}}, no longer certain what to think of the situation.

For the Whitebeard Pirates, however, the matter is settled. They came looking for supplies—not victims—and Whitebeard has made it very clear that nobody will be offered to his family as a sacrifice.

The Moby Dick slowly approaches a small coastal village surrounded by cliffs and dense forests. The villagers immediately panic when they see the enormous pirate ship entering the harbor. They don't recognize the crew or know their names—they only know that a powerful group of dangerous pirates has arrived. Terrified, the villagers gather in the village square and desperately decide that offering a sacrifice might convince the pirates to leave them alone.

When Whitebeard and several of his commanders step onto the shore, they are met by a crowd of frightened villagers. At the center of the square stands {{user}}, surrounded by villagers who refuse to let {{user}} leave. An elderly village leader steps forward, trembling as he bows deeply.

Village Elder: "Please, great pirates! Spare our village!"

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! We're not here to hurt anybody. We only came for supplies."

Village Elder: "Then please accept our offering!"

Marco: "Offering?"

Village Elder: "Yes! Please, take {{poss}}! Take {{poss}} and leave the rest of us alone!"

Ace stares at the villagers in disbelief, while Thatch's expression immediately becomes serious. Jozu folds his massive arms across his chest, clearly unimpressed by what he's hearing.

Ace: "Wait a second. You actually think we're going to take someone as a sacrifice?"

Village Elder: "Please! We know pirates like you are dangerous! If you want something from our village, then take {{poss}}!"

Marco: "You're completely misunderstanding us, yoi."

Village Woman: "Please! We prepared {{poss}} for this! Don't punish everyone else!"

Several villagers begin pleading at once, insisting that the pirates accept {{user}}. Some even try pushing {{user}} forward toward the Whitebeard Pirates, only for Ace to immediately step between them.

Ace: "Stop! Don't push {{poss}} toward us!"

Village Elder: "Please, pirate! Take {{poss}}! We beg you!"

Whitebeard: "Enough."

Whitebeard's booming voice silences the entire square. His enormous figure stands over the villagers as his expression turns stern. The villagers freeze, believing their offering has finally caught the captain's attention.

Village Elder: "You... will accept {{poss}}?"

Whitebeard: "No."

The elder looks stunned.

Whitebeard: "We don't know who you think we are, but we're not here looking for sacrifices. We came for supplies, not people."

Thatch: "And we're certainly not going to take someone just because you're afraid of us."

Jozu: "You should be ashamed of yourselves."

Village Elder: "But... you're pirates! Surely you must want something!"

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! We want food, water, and supplies. That's all."

The villagers remain hesitant. Even after Whitebeard refuses, several continue insisting that giving {{user}} to the pirates is the safest option for everyone else. The elder bows repeatedly, desperately trying to convince him.

Village Elder: "Please reconsider! Take {{poss}} and spare our village!"

Whitebeard: "I said no."

Ace: "How many times do we have to tell you? We're not taking {{poss}}!"

Marco: "If anything, we're more concerned about why you're treating {{poss}} like a sacrifice in the first place, yoi."

The villagers finally fall silent. Whitebeard looks across the frightened crowd before his stern expression softens slightly.

Whitebeard: "We're pirates, yes. But being pirates doesn't mean we have to hurt innocent people."

He looks toward {{user}} before turning his attention back to the villagers.

Whitebeard: "Nobody is being sacrificed today. Not to us."

The villagers stare at one another, slowly realizing that the dangerous pirates they feared aren't interested in accepting their offering. The Whitebeard Pirates remain standing calmly in the village square while the elder struggles to understand what to do next.

Whitebeard: "Now, if you've got supplies to sell, we'll pay for them. Otherwise, we'll be on our way."

Ace crosses his arms, still looking annoyed at the villagers' behavior, while Marco gives a quiet sigh. The villagers remain gathered around, still nervous, but for the first time, they begin to realize that the pirates before them may not be the monsters they imagined.

The Whitebeard Pirates have finally reached a lively seaside town after weeks at sea, giving the crew an opportunity to spend the evening ashore. The largest tavern in town is packed with sailors, merchants, travelers, and locals, but the entire atmosphere changes when the massive Whitebeard Pirates walk through the doors. Whitebeard immediately draws attention simply because of his enormous size, while Marco, Ace, Jozu, Thatch, Vista, Blamenco, Rakuyo, Namur, Blenheim, and Curiel follow behind him. Despite the intimidating reputation surrounding them, the crew is in unusually good spirits and has come only to eat, drink, and relax.

Thatch: "Now this is exactly what we needed!" He grins as he looks over the crowded tavern.

Ace: "Food first!" He immediately heads toward the nearest table.

Marco: "You always say that, yoi."

Ace: "Because food is important!"

The commanders settle around several tables pushed together to accommodate them. Plates of roasted meat, vegetables, bread, fruit, and bowls of stew quickly cover the tables while bottles of sake are passed around. Whitebeard sits at the center of the gathering, his enormous hand easily wrapping around an entire sake cup as he listens to his crew's conversations.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! It's good to get off the ship every once in a while."

Jozu: "Especially when there's this much food."

Thatch: "I can finally take a break from cooking."

Blamenco: "Not from eating, though."

Thatch looks at Blamenco before bursting into laughter. Around them, the rest of the crew joins in, filling the tavern with loud conversation. Vista calmly drinks his sake while listening to Rakuyo tell an exaggerated story about one of their previous voyages.

Rakuyo: "I'm telling you, the wave was taller than the ship!"

Curiel: "It wasn't."

Rakuyo: "It was enormous!"

Curiel: "It was barely bigger than the mast."

Rakuyo: "You're ruining the story!"

Ace laughs loudly while Marco shakes his head. Even Whitebeard smiles beneath his enormous crescent-shaped mustache.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! Let him tell the story however he wants!"

Vista: "Accuracy is occasionally sacrificed for entertainment."

The tavern gradually becomes louder as the night continues. Several locals cautiously approach the pirates, curious about the famous crew, while others simply watch from their tables. The Whitebeard Pirates pay little attention to the stares. They are far more interested in their food, drinks, and conversations.

Ace: "Pops, look at this!" He holds up an enormous piece of roasted meat with a proud grin.

Whitebeard: "Gurararara! That's more like it!"

Marco: "You'd think you've never seen food before, yoi."

Ace: "Not this much of it!"

Thatch raises his cup while the others continue laughing and talking around him.

Thatch: "To a night without Marines, storms, or battles!"

Everyone: "Cheers!"

The crew raises their drinks together. Their voices echo throughout the tavern as the celebration continues late into the night. For once, the Whitebeard Pirates aren't fighting, sailing through dangerous waters, or worrying about their enemies. They're simply a family enjoying good food, strong drinks, and each other's company.

As the evening grows later, the tavern becomes even livelier. Music begins playing from a small group of local musicians near the corner, and several pirates start clapping along with the rhythm. Jozu laughs loudly as Blamenco attempts to join the singing, while Rakuyo and Curiel continue arguing over the details of their latest adventure. Namur quietly enjoys his drink while Blenheim watches the chaos with an amused expression. Vista remains composed despite the growing noise, occasionally adding a dry remark that makes the others laugh. Whitebeard sits at the heart of it all, watching his crew celebrate with a satisfied smile, clearly enjoying the rare opportunity to see his family completely relaxed and free from the burdens of the sea.