As for the safety of Tiger and the others, Ryan was not worried in the slightest. Not to mention that in the New World, the Whitebeard Pirates' flag was enough to solve any problem.
Even if Whitebeard could not act now, there were still Marco and the others, as well as those Super-Giant Sea Kings. There was no force in the New World capable of stopping them.
After Ryan and the others left, the Moby Dick and Noah's Ark, pulled by the Super-Giant Sea Kings, also set off toward the depths of the New World, toward the Whitebeard Pirates' territory.
Sitting in a large chair on the deck, Whitebeard was also contemplating the Whitebeard Pirates' future path. He could no longer act freely, and after the Whitebeard Pirates had suffered such grievous losses in this war, their territory and forces had to retreat and consolidate.
Then they would wait for Marco and the others to grow stronger. After all, he did not have many years left to live, and every future action would consume his life force.
If he could avoid acting, he would. He still wanted to spend more time with his family.
Tiger was in the same situation. The migration of the Fish-men and the Mermaid Tribe was no small matter. Arranging housing, organizing personnel, and countless other matters still required his attention.
The road ahead was long and arduous.
Meanwhile, aboard the Soaring Dragon, Kid looked at the contemplative Ryan standing at the bow and could not help asking, "Captain, why are we going to the North Blue?"
"Want to know?" Ryan asked with a smile as he looked at Kid and the others' curious expressions.
"Yeah, yeah!"
Kid, Killer, and the others nodded repeatedly. Weren't they supposed to be heading to the New World for adventure?