Barn looked at the two men and spoke calmly, though a trace of melancholy colored his voice.
Whitebeard fell silent as well. Only after a long while did he speak.
"Have you been waiting all these years for this chance?"
Barn nodded at Whitebeard's question before replying.
"Since I came to this world, I had to do something. Or rather, make up for a few regrets."
Whitebeard was taken aback by Barn's words, then gave a bitter chuckle.
"Barn, you and Roger are the same sort of man. How laughable. All these decades, and I've accomplished nothing. I still haven't left my mark on this world."
Whitebeard thought that when Barn said he had "come to this world," he meant being born into it. But he was wrong. Whitebeard did not know, and could never have known, that Barn came from another world. Nor would he ever have imagined that Barn already knew everything that had happened in this world, and even what was about to happen. Barn had spoken the truth. More than anything, what he was doing now was meant to make up for the regrets of his previous life.
After speaking, Whitebeard picked up the great blade he had set beside him and slowly turned around.
"We're out of booze! Guhahaha! I'll go find some in the cabin!"
Despite the smile he wore as he left, both Barn and Shanks heard a hint of melancholy in Whitebeard's laughter.
"Newgate..."
Barn watched Whitebeard's retreating back with mixed emotions. Perhaps Whitebeard himself did not know it, but Barn did. In Barn's eyes, Whitebeard was a great man. Like Roger, he was a man who had ushered in an era.
Once Whitebeard had disappeared from the deck, Shanks, who had been silent until then, finally spoke.
"Mr. Barn, you said