"Empress, we've reached the New World," a female crew member of the Kuja Pirates said softly.
Eighteen-year-old Hancock stood at the bow, radiating incomparable confidence and nobility. She smiled. "So we've finally arrived? Who is the strongest pirate crew here?"
"Whitebeard!" Sandersonia answered without hesitation.
"One of the three legendary pirates of the previous era. He now reigns over the entire Grand Line and is known as the Emperor of Pirates!"
"Whitebeard?" Hancock narrowed her eyes. Ever since escaping Mary Geoise, she had lived on Amazon Lily and rarely paid much attention to the powers ruling these seas. Only news concerning Shin ever drew her particular interest.
Unfortunately, Shin had kept an extremely low profile ever since the Roger Pirates disbanded. The World Government had never publicized the matter of Ohara either, leading many to suspect that the "God of Time and Space" was no longer alive.
Of course, Hancock knew Shin was definitely fine. Only those who had truly witnessed him fight understood why he alone, across these seas, could be called a "god."
But putting that aside, even she, a homebody, found Whitebeard's name vaguely familiar.
"Good. Then let's go meet this strongest pirate. Everyone, set sail!" At Hancock's command, the entire Kuja Pirates swiftly sailed into the distance.
In the waters outside Marfal Island, the Red Hair Pirates stood ready and alert. Even the chubby fellow who had been gnawing on roasted meat put his food away.
Facing a legendary pirate who had dominated these seas for decades, even this group of fearless men had to give their full attention.
The Moby Dick rapidly approached, and a terrifying wave of force crashed toward them.
The Red Hair Pirates' ship was already exceptionally large, yet compared to the Moby Dick, it still seemed tiny.
Whitebeard, several men