Sure enough.
"Look, big news! Whitebeard and the Beasts Pirates are going to war!"
"Really?!"
"Hahaha, I'm joining in too!"
Their worries soon came true. As more and more people received the news, the pirates in the square erupted, raising their weapons and cheering.
In their lives of drunken stupor, only war could bring them the excitement they had so long been missing!
"It's Commander Marco!"
Quite a few pirates noticed them.
"Marco, let's get out of here."
"Right!"
The two hurried away. If they stayed any longer, they would be surrounded by frenzied pirates, and getting away would be difficult.
A short while later, in a secluded alley.
Good apologized with a wry smile.
"Marco, this is all my fault."
"No, this isn't your fault."
Marco shook his head gloomily.
Really, it wasn't that serious.
After all, it was only an exaggerated rumor.
But if they handled it poorly, Pops's prestige would inevitably suffer. Just look at those pirates on the island who had been whipped into a frenzy.
They had sharpened their blades and were ready for a big battle, only to be told it was actually a misunderstanding?
They would explode!
"Good, let me contact Pops first."
Marco took out a Den Den Mushi.
Something this major had happened. He had to notify Pops as soon as possible.
The next moment, Marco was dumbfounded.
"What? You've set sail?!"
"Hey, are you kidding me?!"
"What about me? I'm not aboard yet!"
"Are you planning to leave me to deal with the rampaging pirates alone?"
"Where are you? I'll fly right-"
"Click!"
The Den Den Mushi disconnected.
Marco stared at the Den Den Mushi, silent for a full three minutes.
He had been abandoned.
"Aaah!!!"
"Bastards! Not one of you has any loyalty!"
Whitebeard had set sail?
Good narrowed