On the Moby Dick.
Whitebeard sat in his enormous chair, gazing into the distance.
The nurse was examining him, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.
"Pops hasn't been in very good health lately. Shouldn't you rest for a few more days?" Marco asked worriedly.
He understood his captain all too well. Years of fighting had caused Pops' health to deteriorate with every passing day.
"Gurararara..." Whitebeard threw back his head and laughed, utterly unconcerned by the nurse's worried gaze.
"That brat has been far too interesting lately. How could I not go see him?"
Ace stood nearby, battle intent gleaming in his eyes. "Does Pops want to fight Lin Ye?"
Those words immediately stirred up the atmosphere across the entire ship.
"Wanna bet? I'm betting Pops will win!" Thatch shouted excitedly.
"Obviously. Pops is the strongest man in the world!" Vista chimed in.
"You brats have that much faith in Pops?" Jozu joined the discussion with a laugh.
Jozu was actually thinking about Lin Ye as well.
That young man's rise had simply been too astonishing.
In just a few short years, he had gone from an unknown minor pirate to a supreme powerhouse with a bounty exceeding 4.5 billion Beli.
"Even the youngest of the Four Emperors can't possibly be Pops' match!"
"I'm betting ten thousand Beli on Pops!"
"I'm betting twenty thousand!"
The entire ship fell into a feverish frenzy.
As Marco watched, however, he could not shake the feeling that something was off.
He noticed the meaningful smile on Pops' face, as though he had something else on his mind.
Moreover, he clearly remembered the news of Lin Ye defeating Kaido and killing Akainu.
That level of strength was likely not something even Pops could accomplish easily.
Sure enough, Whitebeard shook his head in the face of