Golden Lion's Travels (3)

On the rolling sea, a massive pirate ship with a bow shaped like a white whale lay at anchor.

It was the Whitebeard Pirates' flagship: the Moby Dick!

Wreckage and countless corpses floated facedown in the surrounding waters. A battle had clearly just ended, but another spectacle was unfolding on the Moby Dick's deck.

Yellow sand billowed into a vast dust storm, blotting out the sun as it swept toward the Whitebeard Pirates.

Their captain, Edward Newgate, merely raised his right hand and threw a punch at the oncoming sand.

Boom...

With a sound like an explosion, cracks spread through the air before everyone's eyes, snapping and crackling.

Even the sky around them split apart.

This was the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, wielded by the man known as the World's Strongest Man: Whitebeard.

The sandstorm split along with the sky. Then a man in a black fur coat fell from above, covered in blood, his head tipped back and his eyes nearly rolling white.

Thud...

His body slammed hard into the deck.

Around the two fighters, the Whitebeard Pirates' division commanders and their crewmates watched the scene with the eager looks of people enjoying a show.

"Hehehe, so that's Crocodile, the rookie pirate they call one of the Supernovas?"

"He's a terrifying man, sure, but against Pops, he couldn't fight back at all!"

"And a kid like that dared to challenge the Whitebeard Pirates..."

"Looks like this year's rookies aren't much to speak of! Hahahaha..."

"Seems a Logia Devil Fruit isn't all that impressive either..."

Crocodile heard every word as he lay flat on his back on the deck. Blood covered his face, his bones felt shattered, and he could not move. All he felt was rage.

"Whitebeard... I won't let you get away with this... Urgh... Cough, cough..."