Portgas D. Ace

However, Whitebeard, who was sitting at the head of the table with one hand propping up his cheek and his head tilted slightly to the side, seemed to have no attention at all on the matters being debated at the officers' meeting. Instead, he was looking at the latest stack of Bounty Posters in his hand.

"Old Man... What's wrong?"

"Gasp, is there some important information on that Bounty Poster, or perhaps an important person?"

"Marco, what's going on with Old Man?"

In the end, while the officers discussed it among themselves in low voices, they turned to Marco, who understood Whitebeard best, and asked him.

Marco could not help rolling his dead-fish eyes at this.

Even though Marco had followed Whitebeard for decades and witnessed and experienced the changes of the Age of the Sea, he was not a worm in Whitebeard's stomach. How could he possibly guess what Whitebeard was looking at?

However, when Marco saw the nostalgia that Whitebeard unconsciously revealed in his eyes, he could not help growing somewhat curious.

Immediately afterward, Marco walked over to Whitebeard's side and coughed lightly to get his attention.

"Ahem, Old Man."

At the same time, Marco also saw clearly the Bounty Poster Whitebeard was holding. It showed an exceptionally young-looking and unfamiliar brat.

But that smile...

Marco's pupils constricted slightly as he thought of another man—another man who had once been incomparably free and dazzling on this sea.

However, before Marco could come back to his senses—

"Thud!"

Whitebeard's fist had already landed heavily on Marco's pineapple-like hair as he said irritably,

"You idiot, what are you looking at?"

As the "Marco the Phoenix," who could almost infinitely heal his wounds, Marco followed Whitebeard's motion and simply fell to the ground, rolling around nonstop as he shouted,

"Ah! It