"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!"
Should I continue the story with or focus on Whitebeard’s final stand against the Marines?
"Pops? What are you saying?" Ace shouted, skidding to a halt. The fire in his hands flickered. 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!"
He slammed his fist into the air, the very atmosphere cracking like glass. The shockwave leveled the remaining fortress walls, creating a massive chasm between his retreating family and the Marine forces. "It’s a Captain’s Order," Whitebeard growled, his eyes
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.
"Go, Ace! Go, Luffy!" Marco cried, grabbing Ace by the shoulder, his phoenix wings shimmering with blue flame. "Don't let his resolve go to waste!" "You and I part ways here," the Moby
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.