"Gold treated like dirt—what could lie beyond the dock?"
The muttered repetition echoed across the deck of the Moby Dick.
Seeing Whitebeard somewhat dazed, not only Blamenco and the other commanders, but even Marco could not help but stare in surprise.
This was the first time they had seen Whitebeard lose his composure over treasure.
After all, the title of foremost among the Four Emperors stood right before them.
They had seen every grand spectacle there was to see.
Yet the golden dock before them truly overturned everything they knew.
At the same time, they also knew that the wealth Whitebeard had plundered over the years had all been used for his hometown.
It could be said that Whitebeard needed money even more desperately than they did.
That was why he had been shocked by the sudden appearance of this golden dock.
What was more, as Whitebeard had said, if even the dock had been cast from gold, then what exactly would appear beyond it?
Anyone could probably guess that with their toes.
At that thought, everyone present grew restless.
As pirates, gold held the same deadly allure for them as Devil Fruits.
"Pops, should we land first and gather the gold?" Marco was the first to speak.
The moment those words fell, everyone's nerves tightened.
Faced with gold that was practically theirs for the taking, no one wanted to watch it slip through their fingers.
Yet the thought that even more gold lay beyond the dock also made them desperately eager to tear open the gnawing curiosity in their hearts.
They wanted to verify whether the images and guesses in their minds truly existed.
"No. The mouth of the sea has already been cast in gold. I imagine the city built beyond this dock will be even more magnificent.