"Heh, it's rare for old friends to meet, yet you start talking about fighting and killing right away!" Golden Lion chuckled, completely unconcerned by Whitebeard's hostile attitude.
"I don't have a blond friend like you. I wouldn't even want you if you came to be my son. Finish your drink and get lost!" Whitebeard lifted another jug of wine. Though his words were harsh, he showed no intention of driving him away.
Golden Lion burst into laughter. "You really haven't changed at all. But Roger is dead, and I've become like this. From now on, this era belongs to you alone, Edward!"
As he spoke, his body slowly floated into the air. Two famous swords had been fitted in place of his legs as prosthetics; by now, he was crippled through and through.
Of course, that did little to affect his combat strength. At heart, he was simply a man who floated through the sky.
"If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll throw you off my ship!" Whitebeard snorted in displeasure.
Golden Lion waved a hand. "Fine, fine... whatever you say. I came today only to bid an old friend farewell. As for everything else, we can discuss it later. In this sea without Roger, I'll be leaving for a while. Good luck, old friend!"
He casually tossed the empty wine jar onto the deck, where it rolled away into the distance.
His figure rose higher as well, and with a hearty laugh, he flew off into the distance.
"Pops!" Marco watched Golden Lion depart, his voice full of confusion.
Whitebeard waved him off. "No need to ask. Shiki won't appear on the seas again for the time being. Deep down, he rejects this so-called Great Pirate Era. I don't know what he wants to do, but he's a pitiful fellow."