They just left?
Without even a parting threat!
Didn't that make them look like idiots?
"Commander, what do we do?"
"What else? After them!"
Whatever the Beasts Pirates had come for, they had to monitor their movements at all times. Trouble breaking out in their own backyard would be disastrous.
The Moby Dick quickly turned around and pursued the Groudon. Before long, the two ships arrived at Rocky Port on Hachinosu, one behind the other.
"Ooooh!!!"
Good raised both arms and roared excitedly.
After so many days, standing on solid ground again felt absolutely wonderful.
Page One sidled up beside Good and secretly pointed behind them. "Brother-in-law, the Whitebeard Pirates seem pretty nervous!"
"You'd be nervous too if you were them."
Good grinned.
It was a matter of style.
Had it been the Beasts Pirates or the Big Mom Pirates, they would have started fighting the moment they met. They wouldn't have politely watched and waited.
The Whitebeard Pirates were different. They rarely initiated hostilities.
That was mainly because Whitebeard was old. He no longer had the forcefulness and drive of his youth and hadn't made any major moves in the past decade. Plenty of ignorant people even considered him a washed-up pirate.
With their captain wanting a peaceful life, the crew naturally favored stability.
The Beasts Pirates, on the other hand, were a bunch of lunatics who fought whatever they encountered and never listened to reason. How could the Whitebeard Pirates not be nervous at the sight of them?
"They're coming!"
Good turned around and looked at the approaching commanders.
Leading them was a young man with a pineapple-shaped head.
Good's eyes lit up. He stepped forward and extended his hand in greeting. "You must be the famous First Division Commander Marco! A pleasure, a pleasure! I'm a huge