"It certainly has been a long time." Rayleigh glanced at the IV needle in Whitebeard's arm and frowned slightly. "Your health seems to be getting worse."
"It's nothing." Whitebeard was unconcerned. "I'm old. It's only natural that my body isn't what it used to be. As long as it doesn't stop me from drinking, that's all that matters. Gurararara!"
The young nurses standing nearby immediately protested.
"Pops, you should drink less while you're on an IV."
"Your health comes first, Pops. Please listen to us."
"Pops, stop making us worry."
"What do you girls know?" Whitebeard laughed. "Gurararara! Big bites of meat and great gulps of booze—that's the romance of a man who lives at sea."
The young nurses grumbled,
"What romance? We really don't understand you men."
"Pops, can't you at least wait until your IV is finished before drinking? Honestly..."
Whitebeard ignored them, lifted his enormous jug, and kept drinking in great gulps.
Rayleigh laughed along. "Hahaha! You haven't changed. You still love booze more than life itself."
"By the way." Suddenly remembering something, Whitebeard looked around and asked, "That kid Lin Mo's ship is docked on the shore. Where is he?"
Marco pointed toward the back of Dune Island and answered, "At this time of day, he should be fishing."
"That's a fine hobby." Whitebeard suddenly pulled the IV needle out of his arm.
The young nurses cried out, "Pops, what are you doing?"
Whitebeard laughed. "Gurararara! I know my own body. I'll finish the IV when I get back. Don't follow me."
With that, he headed toward the back of Dune Island.
The young nurses tried to follow, but Marco stopped them. "Let Pops go. Once he's made up his mind, no one can change it."
Rayleigh shook his head with a smile. "He really doesn't