Somewhere in the waters of the Grand Line.
A large three-masted ship with a whale-shaped bow lay anchored on the calm sea.
Any outsider who happened to be there would have recognized the ship at a glance—Moby Dick, the flagship under the command of Edward Newgate, the World's Strongest Man, Whitebeard.
"An end for the supernova?"
On Moby Dick's deck, a tall, burly man with dark skin, short blond hair, and cheeks that protruded outward was reading the latest newspaper.
He was the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates' Eleventh Division, and his name was Jingudo.
Despite his rough, hulking appearance, he enjoyed reading newspapers and kept himself constantly informed about current events.
Around the deck, members of the Whitebeard Pirates sat or stood wherever they pleased. There were hardly any rules, and the atmosphere was extremely relaxed.
Food and wine were spread across the deck in front of them.
Clearly, they were holding the kind of banquet pirates were accustomed to, sitting directly on the deck.
They did not need tables or chairs.
There did not need to be much food, either.
But there had to be enough wine.
This was the joyful time that belonged to pirates upon the sea.
"Jingudo, everyone else is drinking and eating, but you're holed up here reading a newspaper?"
Another captain under Whitebeard, Atmos of the Thirteenth Division, came over to Jingudo and looked at him as if he were some hopeless fool.
"As long as Pops doesn't mind, I could even read Marco's medical books and it wouldn't matter."
Jingudo did not even raise his head. He kept his eyes lowered, seriously reading the newspaper's headline.
Hearing Jingudo's words, Atmos, whose build was as sturdy as a bull's, curled his lip. He nevertheless carried his wine cup over and sat beside Jingudo,