But Shanks knew there was still a gulf between the Red Hair Pirates and Randall that would be difficult to cross.
"Shanks, how about we end the war?"
Benn Beckman suddenly spoke.
"No!"
Shanks blurted it out without thinking.
It was as though that answer had long since been branded into his mind.
Once he said it, not only were his companions stunned, but Red Hair himself was too.
"Say, boss, why exactly did we start a war with Whitebeard in the first place?"
Yasopp scratched his head as he asked.
Red Hair froze again. That was a good question.
Back then, they seemed to have decided to go to war with Whitebeard on a whim.
But why, exactly?
It was like a dream he simply couldn't remember.
Benn Beckman suddenly said:
"Whatever the reason was, we're already at war with Whitebeard now.
Even if we don't want to fight anymore, Whitebeard won't give up, will he?"
Everyone felt something was off when they heard that, but at the same time, it seemed to make perfect sense.
"All right, everyone, get some rest!
Whitebeard won't let this go!"
Shanks laughed cheerfully.
Aboard the Moby Dick, the atmosphere on deck was stifling.
An immense aura unconsciously radiated from Whitebeard.
His face was dark and grim.
His narrow eyes were filled with sorrow and murderous intent.
"Pops, that Marine did it."
Marco stared at the photograph in the newspaper.
In one corner of the photograph stood two slightly blurred figures.
But anyone who had seen Randall could still recognize him at a glance as one of those figures.
"The Marines! They've gone too far!
Give the order, Pops! We have to avenge Vista!"
Jozu slammed his fist hard against the deck.
Marco opened his mouth, then stopped.
*Revenge? How could it be