On the way to the New World, everyone had different thoughts. The residents of Fish-Man Island were filled with anticipation, curiosity, and worry, while the Whitebeard Pirates all breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as though they were returning home. Although they had only arrived at Fish-Man Island two days ago, they all felt as if a very long time had passed.
Ryan and the others, meanwhile, felt a surge of heroic ambition.
I came, I saw, I conquered!
A few hours later, just as the sun was about to set, Ryan and the others' ships burst from the sea, leaving the deep ocean behind and arriving in the New World.
Breathing in the fresh air above the sea, Ryan felt utterly refreshed. After staying in the deep sea for so long, returning to the surface felt incredible.
"Pfft!"
"Bang!!!"
The Moby Dick and Noah's Ark leaped out of the sea one after another and arrived on the surface.
"It's so beautiful!"
"So this is the sun?"
"Let me see too!"
"It feels so warm!"
When the people of Fish-Man Island saw the afterglow of the setting sun, they could not help but praise it in amazement. Although they could see the sun on Fish-Man Island because of the Adam Tree, it was ultimately an illusion, not the real sun.
Over the blue sea, a red sun slowly sank, while the clouds on the horizon were dyed crimson, turning into endless fiery clouds.
On the shimmering sea, the red sun descended at a visible pace. At that moment, everyone fell completely silent, quietly admiring the breathtaking sight of sea and sky merging as one.
Whitebeard looked at the distant sunset, as if he had thought of something. He gave a self-deprecating smile, then looked toward Marco, Teach, and