Compared to Marco himself, Ace, the Second Division Commander, was smarter and had a more strategic outlook. That was why Pops had always pinned his hopes on him.
At this critical moment, Marco naturally thought of Ace.
"He should be here soon! Judging by the sailing distance, it's about time!"
Jozu said.
They had all been pirates since they were young. Yet at this moment, when the Whitebeard Pirates' survival hung in the balance, they couldn't think of a single solution.
Just then, a point of crimson light suddenly appeared on the distant sea, trailing billowing white mist that rose into the air.
"Look over there!"
A pirate shouted, pointing toward the horizon.
Everyone looked up. Once they made out the scene ahead, their expressions changed.
"It's Ace!"
"Thank goodness, he's back!"
Cheers rang out, and the pirates aboard the Moby Dick grew excited. At a critical time like this, people always needed hope.
And the Whitebeard Pirates had placed their hopes in Ace.
For one thing, he had a unique identity and standing. As Pirate King Roger's son and River's nephew, that alone would draw countless men to follow him.
Moreover, he had an excellent chance of bringing River and his powerful companions over to their side.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Flames shook across the sea, rumbling like thunder, followed by vast clouds of steam as the fire vaporized the water, sweeping toward them.
"What power!"
"Has Ace gotten stronger again?"
Marco blinked and said in shock.
The blazing flames moved incredibly fast, reaching them in the blink of an eye and giving everyone a clear view.
They had assumed Ace was riding his flame-powered boat, but only now did they realize there was nothing beneath his feet.
He was racing across the sea entirely through the propulsion generated