Meanwhile, in another stretch of sea near Alabasta.
The former captain of the Handsome Pirates, Cavendish, now a stray dog with nowhere to go, sailed alone across the sea in a small boat.
Cavendish was no longer the genius handsome man once adored by countless women. His exquisite clothes had long been shredded into rags during the unending battles, while dried blood and sweat clung to his body, giving off a foul stench that drove people away.
The former White Horse Cavendish would never have tolerated falling into such a shabby and indecent state;
But now, he was merely a failure who had lost everything on the Grand Line and could not even protect his closest friend. How could he still care about his appearance as he once had?
"Gecko Moria."
A trace of helplessness showed in the eyes of the blond young man, whose wounds had yet to heal. His bloodstained handsome face looked somewhat fragile at that moment.
But Cavendish soon clenched the Famed Sword Durandal in his hand again. The pride unique to a genius and the grief and rage of losing his closest friend reignited the flames of anger in his eyes:
"I'll definitely defeat him!!"
Cavendish's pirate career had only just begun. Most of his crew were sailors hired with wages to help him sail the ship, not true companions.
Those emotionless employees being lost was something Cavendish could accept.
But what truly tore at his heart, what he could not accept, was that his closest friend had fallen into Moria's hands: Steed Faruru.
Since childhood, that steed had accompanied the handsome Cavendish through countless moments of glory and honor.
Cavendish's title of "White Horse" had come from this.
For his dear friend Faruru, he could not abandon the fight no matter what.
With that