"All divisions, count your forces immediately and submit your lists to Marco within half an hour!" Jozu raised his arm and ordered the crew members still cheering on deck.
"Vista, contact our allied captains! Thatch, prepare a month's worth of food and medicine!" Marco took command and rushed toward the cabins. "Ace, come with me. We need to recheck every piece of intelligence since Teach left the ship!"
"Right!" Ace wiped the tears from his face and hurried after him. "I'll write down every word Lorne told me!"
Whitebeard sat back in his enormous chair, holding Murakumogiri, the IV stand still swaying beside his feet.
"Pops, the medical team said you can't drink anymore!" A nurse hurried after him and snatched away the wine jar. "And you certainly can't fight a major battle in this condition!"
"Gurararara, my son is still waiting for me." Whitebeard rested his hand on Murakumogiri. "A little medicine won't stop me from bringing my family home."
"But Teach really might have been using us all along!" Thatch stopped and turned to shout. "Pops, I'm willing to follow your orders, but we have to be on guard against him!"
"Then bring him back and ask him to his face," Whitebeard said gravely. "His family will judge his crimes. The Navy has no right to use my son as bait."
"Understood!" Thatch clenched his teeth. "I'll snatch him off the Execution Platform, then knock some sense into him myself!"
The deck bustled again as Den Den Mushi were carried out of storage one after another. Marco had just pushed open the cabin door when a communications officer hurried after him with a logbook.
"Commander Marco, we've contacted nineteen of our forty-six allied pirate crews!"
"Tell them to sail separately and stay away from Marineford for now." Marco