The blazing sun hung high in the sky, radiating boundless light.
Somewhere in the New World, the rebuilt and even more magnificent Moby Dick carried the Whitebeard Pirates across the sea.
The atmosphere aboard was relaxed as a banquet was underway.
From time to time, pirates carrying wooden cups full of wine would throw their arms around one another's shoulders and boast about how brave they had been in the war half a month ago.
Whitebeard sat happily at the head of the table, holding a wine gourd taller than a person and taking a swig from it now and then.
To him, his restored body not only freed him from his usual pain and allowed him to live a few more years; being able to drink and enjoy himself without restraint was also one of life's greatest pleasures.
"Whitebeard!" Marco hurried over and whispered something into his ear.
Ace, who was at the center of the banquet, noticed Whitebeard's expression gradually turn solemn. After saying something to the companions around him, he made his way to Whitebeard's side.
"What happened, Whitebeard?"
Ace asked with a smile. Instinctively, he felt that the intelligence Marco had brought was related to him.
Whitebeard frowned and glanced at him. After pondering for a moment, he said, "The Marines launched a surprise attack last night on the merchant caravans under young Ryan and members of the Revolutionary Army."
"A surprise attack?" Ace's expression grew somewhat grave. "What was the outcome?"
He felt immense gratitude toward Ryan, who had saved him and healed Whitebeard's body.
And the Revolutionary Army had been founded by Luffy's father.
Ace was also among those who knew some of the details regarding the cooperation between the Revolutionary Army and Ryan. The three forces could be said to be in an