"Captain Shanks, in these troubled times, none of us had a choice. No one could stay out of it."
"I don't actually blame you, and I certainly don't blame Yasopp."
"Because this was a man's dream!"
As she finished, Yasopp gazed tenderly at his wife, his eyes devoid of a pirate's ferocity.
In this life, he had done right by his brothers and his crew. Only his wife and child had he failed.
The sight also drew cheers from the people in the tavern.
Hearing this, Shanks wanted to say more.
But those figures began gradually fading away. Before they vanished, they spoke in unison:
"Boss, don't lose your way. We don't blame you..."
The sight completely shattered Shanks's composure.
He sobbed loudly like a helpless child.
"Waaaah!"
"You bunch of bastards..."
Just then, however, a figure appeared behind him.
"What's this? Our captain, Boss Shanks, can cry too?"
"Now this is something we don't get to see!"
Hearing that familiar voice and its teasing tone, Shanks turned around, forgetting his tears.
Benn Beckman stood there, looking at him with a smile.
"What, surprised...?"
"Beckman, you too..."
Shanks did not know whether to feel happy or despair.
Now that Beckman was here, he had clearly died just as Shanks had!
Beckman shook his head with a chuckle. "You think too highly of me."
"That fellow Red was strong. And I could sense that if he hadn't been holding back out of concern for something, I might have fallen long ago."
"But this is fine too. We've sailed the seas for so long. It's time we got some proper rest."
He paused, then said earnestly:
"Peace on the seas, the captain's will, the Pirate King-none of that has anything to do with us anymore."
"Boss, it's time we rested."
"Let the