All right, that was a question phrased as a statement. A bad example.
"Of course! I need them for my grand ambitions!" Blackbeard choked for a moment, then grinned greedily as black smoke billowed around him.
"Shouldn't you find what you came for before talking about that?"
"Right, right! The Road Poneglyphs! That's what matters most!" Teach dragged his gaze away and suppressed his greed. "No wonder the traps outside were so elaborate. It was all worth it! My Poneglyphs, my path to One Piece—where are you? Ah, there you are!"
At the back of the vault stood two crimson Poneglyphs. Moss and scratches across their surfaces spoke of ages past, while their mysterious blocklike script inspired awe of the unknown.
Fanatic excitement burned in Teach's eyes. Ignoring the treasures around him, he walked straight toward the two massive stones.
"These are the Road Poneglyphs! The key to becoming the Pirate King! Bwahahaha!"
He had endured more than twenty years aboard Whitebeard's ship, spent over half a year evading Ace's pursuit, and risked everything by conspiring with Kaido and the Marines. After all he had sacrificed, his dream was finally within reach!
"Come here, my beauties! I'll take you outside and let you get some sun!"
He breathed in the scent of the stones greedily. It was the scent of his dream! Black smoke churned around Teach, forming a pair of demonic hands that lunged toward the stones.
But just then, someone who had no business being here—someone who should not even have been on Turtle Island—slowly emerged from behind the Poneglyphs.
"Well, look who it is. What an ugly big fellow!"
Ulysses held a cup of black tea, his cane sword tucked beneath his arm. He blew on the steaming tea, held the cup's handle between two fingers, and