After Red-Haired Shanks left Marineford,
Whitebeard's Moby Dick was already waiting in the waters not far from Marine Headquarters.
The people aboard
were Marco and the other Whitebeard Remnants.
"Red-Haired Shanks!"
"Thank you. You didn't just help us."
"You brought Whitebeard and Ace's bodies back, too."
Seeing the bodies Shanks had brought back, Marco's eyes filled with tears. Overcome with emotion, he could barely find the words to speak.
And he wasn't alone.
The other Whitebeard Remnants were in tears as well.
"All right!"
"Marco, take Whitebeard and Ace home and lay them to rest."
"I'll travel with you the rest of the way."
Shanks reached out and patted Marco on the shoulder.
And so,
Shanks set sail with Marco and the others.
The day after the Summit War ended,
news reports flooded the world, just as expected.
The headlines trumpeted the Marines' overwhelming victory in the war.
Yes.
There was no doubt about it.
This was the work of the Celestial Dragons in the World Government.
Twisting the facts was what they did best, wasn't it?
"What?"
"The Marines won an overwhelming victory?"
"Have they no shame?"
"Do they think we didn't watch the broadcast?"
"That's disgusting!"
"..."
People everywhere began cursing them.
They had watched the Summit War unfold live. The Marines had killed Fire Fist Ace, and the pirates had failed to destroy Marine Headquarters, but that hardly amounted to an overwhelming victory.
If the Marines had killed those Emperors and Roya, or thrown them back into Impel Down, that would have been an overwhelming victory.
Yet now,
the Marines were calling this an overwhelming victory.
No wonder people were furious.
But
that wasn't the only news.
Two other major stories were enough to shake the world!
The first was Fleet Admiral Sengoku's retirement!
"Sengoku's retiring?"