New World.
The sweet aroma of food drifted around the ship's rails, while rough songs carried out across the sea. It was impossible to imagine that the people aboard were sailing through the New World, a place renowned for its dangers.
And indeed, compared to this world, they themselves were the most dangerous existence.
The vessel of the man known as the world's strongest, the Moby Dick, was a place countless people considered even more terrifying than Impel Down.
At this moment, they were enjoying a lively banquet.
"Oooh! Brother Thatch, come on!" A bearded pirate swayed his fat waist flamboyantly and invited someone beside him. "Come dance! Come have some fun!"
"Zehahaha..." Marshall D. Teach broke out in a cold sweat. Being too popular apparently wasn't a good thing either. "Brother Kachisu, I'd better..."
"Brother Teach, are you saying you won't give me face?" The bearded pirate forcefully urged him to drink... no, to dance, grabbing Teach's rough hand and pulling him into the dance.
"Zehahahaha, then I'll give it a try..." Teach's expression suddenly froze. Was it his imagination? Why did it feel like that guy's big hand had just brushed over his ass?
"Woo! Woo! Brother Teach, you're dancing way too stiffly!" Jozu, commander of the Third Division, egged them on from the side.
"Gurararara, that's how you let yourself go!" Whitebeard laughed. "Between family, you should..."
Just then, the Tenth Division commander in a watermelon hat hurried over.
"Old Man, Old Man, it's a Great Event! A Great Event that can shake the entire sea!"
"Curiel!" Whitebeard laughed. "What Great Event? Did that bastard Garp finally get killed by his own people?"
"Uh..." Curiel paused for a moment before continuing, "BIG MOM was killed by the Marines!"
The lively banquet nearly fell silent in an instant.