At the end of December, 1496 of the Sea Circle Calendar, on a deserted island,
the members of the Whitebeard Pirates stood ready.
Kakarot, Hades, and Lilith were waiting too.
They had received word that the Roger Pirates were nearby, and the air was thick with tension and anticipation.
"Pops, when is that Roger guy finally getting here?"
Izo could not help complaining. His arms folded across his chest, he gazed at the surging sea in the distance, impatience written all over his face.
Edward Newgate sat on a makeshift throne fashioned from a massive tree trunk.
His enormous frame resembled a towering mountain. He narrowed his deep, piercing eyes slightly and snorted.
"No need to rush. They're already here."
Whitebeard's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority that instantly silenced the members around him.
Kakarot stood to one side, excitement gleaming in his eyes.
He gave Hades beside him a meaningful look, and Hades manipulated gravity,
keeping the Recording Den Den Mushi hovering steadily in the sky, its lens aimed toward the sea.
"This really is a rare sight. If Roger dies someday, these videos will definitely cause an uproar."
Lilith stood quietly to one side, her head tilted slightly. She was a little curious about the Roger Pirates too.
Just as everyone waited eagerly, the lookout's voice tore through the silent air like a thunderclap.
"They're here! The Roger Pirates' ship is here!"
Everyone's eyes turned toward the sea at once. A massive ship, distinctive in design and imposing in presence, came cutting through the waves.
The striking anchor emblem on its sail gleamed with a peculiar light beneath the sun.
It was the Roger Pirates' Oro Jackson.
As the ship drew closer, the figures aboard became clearer.
Roger stood at the bow, his black hair