Whitebeard's territory in the New World.
The Moby Dick.
Marco looked at the newspaper in his hand, suspicion flashing across his face. He turned to Diamond Jozu, captain of the Third Division. "Do you think that Pure Gold is real or fake? If it's real, we could go take a look."
As time passed, Whitebeard's health had only worsened. Sometimes, he even needed an IV drip to ease his condition.
His strength had also declined somewhat.
That could be seen from his previous battle with Red Count and his fight against an admiral in the waters near Skull Island.
In the past, when Whitebeard faced two admirals, he might not have held the upper hand, but he certainly would not have been pushed back in a short battle.
As the Whitebeard Pirates' ship doctor, Marco had naturally noticed that his Old Man's strength had begun to decline.
He was still formidable, but he no longer possessed the same overwhelming dominance as before.
Marco knew that his Old Man had grown old. He was no longer the golden-haired Whitebeard who could smash an island apart with a few punches!
"You mean the auction being held by Gran Tesoro?" Jozu looked at Marco. Naturally, he had read the newspaper as well.
Over this period, the matter had caused quite a stir throughout the New World.
Marco nodded. "As Old Man gets older, signs of injury, illness, and aging have started to show. If that Pure Gold can prolong his life, we need to find a way to get it."
Since it concerned their Old Man, Jozu furrowed his brow. "We'll go take a look when the time comes. If it really works, then even if we have to steal it, we'll take it!"
At that moment, a fat, dark-skinned man walked over.